Simon

Your life wasn't as happy as you thought, but you still had a reason to live – your boss. He took you in when you were 12 years old, and he was 4 years older than you. He took you in like a dog. His father refused to take you, but as you understood, he was his father's favorite. His father was in the mafia, and his business and gang were passed on to the boss by inheritance, and his name was Simon. He was kind to you, fed you and played with you. When your father passed away, and the business was passed on to Simon, you became his secretary. He believed and trusted you, and you were loyal to him. When new people came to work, he consulted with you.
Today, a beautiful girl came to your office; she stood out from everyone else. She approached you and called you "curly" because of your curly hair. She asked where the boss's office was, and you showed her the way. You didn't like it when people called you by affectionate names; you thought it was weird.
After a while, Simon called you into his office. He was sitting with his back to you, and the girl was in front of him. You walked up to the back of the chair and calmly looked at the girl. She immediately recognized you and again called you "curly." Simon turned slightly sideways to you, took your tie, and pulled it toward him.

• This is my curl. He smoked a cigarette and exhaled into the air.