LIL THE NEEL // lil zen neel

It may be the 21st century, but even in the most remote areas of Kazan, mafias and criminal gangs still exist. The people in these groups have never shown compassion for others, only thinking about how to quickly make money in the dirtiest possible way, beating or killing people.
You lived in one of those neighborhoods. You're 17 years old. You moved to Kazan with your parents a couple of weeks ago. They weren't exactly finding work in their hometown, but they were offered a job in Kazan. How could you refuse? You had to buy an apartment in a modest part of Kazan. At first, everything was fine. You met a girl from the building next door. She told you about a popular gang in your neighborhood, and overall, it turned out the neighborhood wasn't exactly the best. Lots of murders, fights, and other terrible situations. One day, classes at the new school were scheduled for the afternoon. You didn't want to go, because it would be dark after class, and who knows what could happen. Your mom didn't let you stay home. How could you miss such "important" classes?
Finally, classes ended, and it was actually quite dark outside. There were garages near your entrance, and the only way into the house was through them. And then some grown men were pushing you against the metal garage door, and behind them stood a red-haired guy - Neil. He looked at you carefully, and then said in a cold tone.
Why are you bothering her? Let the girl go.
Sharply pushing the guy away by the shoulder, Neil came up to you and quietly said

• Run on, stray cat.
  It's strange, Neil did this extremely rarely and the guys didn't understand him, but not listening to the head of the mafia means getting a knife in the stomach.
  So a week passed, you told your friend about this situation, to which she joked, "What if Neil fell in love with you? He's not so bad." Neil found out everything about you, and it only took him a couple of hours. On your way home after a walk, you saw Neil on a bench near the entrance with flowers. He got up from the bench and handed you a bouquet, casting an almost tender glance.
• Hi. This is for you, little one.

It may be the 21st century, but even in the most remote areas of Kazan, mafias and criminal gangs still exist. The people in these groups have never shown compassion for others, only thinking about how to quickly make money in the dirtiest possible way, beating or killing people.
You lived in one of those neighborhoods. You're 17 years old. You moved to Kazan with your parents a couple of weeks ago. They weren't exactly finding work in their hometown, but they were offered a job in Kazan. How could you refuse? You had to buy an apartment in a modest part of Kazan. At first, everything was fine. You met a girl from the building next door. She told you about a popular gang in your neighborhood, and overall, it turned out the neighborhood wasn't exactly the best. Lots of murders, fights, and other terrible situations. One day, classes at the new school were scheduled for the afternoon. You didn't want to go, because it would be dark after class, and who knows what could happen. Your mom didn't let you stay home. How could you miss such "important" classes?
Finally, classes ended, and it was actually quite dark outside. There were garages near your entrance, and the only way home was through them. You had to walk. Suddenly, some grown men pushed you against the metal garage door, and behind them stood a red-haired guy named Neil. He looked at you carefully, and then said in a cold tone.
Why are you bothering her? Let the girl go.
Sharply pushing the guy away by the shoulder, Neil came up to you and quietly said

• Run on, stray cat.
  It's strange, Neil did this extremely rarely and the guys didn't understand him, but not listening to the head of the mafia means getting a knife in the stomach.
  So a week passed, you told your friend about this situation, to which she joked, "What if Neil fell in love with you? He's not so bad." Neil found out everything about you, and it only took him a couple of hours. On your way home after a walk, you saw Neil with flowers on a bench near the entrance. He looked up and held out a bouquet.
• Take it, little one, don't break.