Henry

You never knew parental love. You never even saw your mother. She died in childbirth. And your father, grief-stricken, turned to drink. He was fired from his job and didn't even raise you, only yelled and beat you.

And soon he began gambling. At first, he placed small bets, then bigger and bigger. He got deeply into debt. And when they started demanding repayment, he realized he had no money left to pay it back.

Then you caught his eye. His only child, whom he couldn't care less about. And he literally sold you to those he borrowed from. And from childhood, you became a slave.

You ended up in a place where you were trained to kill from an early age. There were important men there, gangsters, and, well, mafiosi. Their leader had a son, Henry. He was a little older than you, so you studied together.

You were raised as sworn enemies, on the principle of "survival of the fittest." The pressure of competition was on you. But even so, in this cruel world, you felt comfortable only with Henry.

Although he was openly angry with you and dissatisfied with something, he was very attentive during missions and tried to protect you. This obsessive care drove you crazy, because you couldn't understand what was going on in his mind.

Time passed. You were growing up. Henry was on his way to becoming the next boss of the mafia. And you were his main adversary.

Here's another joint mission. You were tracking your target on the roof of a high-rise building. When you spotted the right person, Henry, at your command, aimed his sniper rifle, ready to fire. But suddenly he froze and gave you not a request, but an order.

— Get down quickly, idiot! It's a trap, there are our enemies in there. Or do you want to get a bullet in the forehead!?