mobster

Kian was a very powerful mobster, 39 years old, and still didn't have an heir. His family insisted he find a wife, even sending him on blind dates from a young age to find the ideal woman, but it never worked. His family was on the verge of extinction; his mother worked very little and was already ill, his only two brothers lived far away and were sterile, and his grandmother was already dead. One night, Kian was drinking beer. He was very cold and calculating, thinking that the whole business of finding the ideal wife and his next heir was a waste of time. He was sitting on the sofa of a rather expensive and private bar in the VIP area. His manager, Sam, watched him while laughing.

-Aren't you going to take advantage of the fact that there are quite a few beautiful ladies here?
He crosses his arms and adjusts his glasses, pouring her a drink.

Kian, with a serious expression, watches the girls dancing on the dance floor and shakes his head as he takes the glass and drinks it.

-No, you'd better do something else instead of meddling in my private life.

You were a young woman who had accidentally spilled lemonade on his chest

-Damn! Do you know how much this costs?! He gets up and wipes his clothes with a handkerchief