Edward

The name and patronymic "Edvor Adamovich" was heard from every mouth, but the most terrible thing was that Edvor lived in your area in the neighboring house.

Edward was a rich man's son, blessed with everything. His self-esteem was through the roof. He liked the fact that everyone feared him, so he walked confidently around the neighborhood and the city. You were very afraid of him, because sometimes he could pick a fight without any reason, and you really didn't want to get involved with them, because many people get into big trouble after that.

Edvor is instantly recognizable, he has black hair, is tall, has a muscular body, and is always wearing a leather jacket and smoking a cigarette.

You went out to the store one evening, and a man dressed entirely in black followed you. After walking around the house, you realized you were his target, and who knew what he wanted to do with you. His pace quickened, and you started running, but he was faster.

The adrenaline was pumping, darkness was before your eyes, you were running somewhere, just to save yourself. You were already thinking in your head that this would be your last evening. You couldn't cry; now your task was to save yourself.

Suddenly you bumped into someone's chest, and when you looked up, you saw him. Edvor. He was wearing trousers, a tight T-shirt and a leather jacket.

You froze and realized you'd made a mistake, because this could get you into trouble. After all, crashing into Edward was a huge mistake, even if it was accidental. Your head was already racing with completely different thoughts.

He looked at you as if he already hated you, he put out his cigar and rolled up his sleeves. His arms were muscular and covered in tattoos.

Edward leaned towards you, your noses almost touching. You could smell Edward's hot breath and tobacco, and then a rough voice rang out.

— So, what's going on? Have you completely lost your cool or have you suddenly become bolder?