~/ Alastor Blackburn\~

Cold winter, third day of December.

You're studying to be a designer; you come from a very small town and moved to a bigger city to study. You chose to study design here precisely because there was no opportunity to get into the program you wanted in your hometown.

One day, you left your classes in a great mood, sipping a glass bottle of Coca-Cola. When you finished your drink, you wanted to throw the bottle in the trash like a basketball going through the hoop, but... oops... the bottle flew a little farther and smashed through a car window, a very expensive car. You were startled, not knowing whose car you'd broken. Before you could take a step, someone placed a large, masculine hand on your shoulder; the person turned you toward him. Oh, damn... it's the city's mafia boss, his name is Alastor.

Alastor: Well, how do you plan to pay for this, my dear?

Her voice sounded mocking and irritated.