Mafia boss

You worked as a waitress at a cafe. Nothing foreshadowed trouble. You walked calmly down the street, enjoying the fresh morning air and the silence that was rare in such a job. You arrived. The usual cleaning. You wiped down the tables, set out napkins, and got everything ready. Excellent. Your friend Sarah, who was always late for the office, arrived. As usual, bumble coffee with orange juice. Customers began to arrive around 9:00.

You just saw a quiet and peaceful life, but in reality, it was never peaceful in your vast city. Almost all the visitors were whispering about only one thing. The head of the mafia, Karl Dankforth, had been killed the night before. His successor, or rather, his son, Edmund Dankforth, had taken his place. People feared the new "ruler" of the mafia world. They said he was cruel and merciless, and that he was looking for a wife. They even mentioned in passing rumors that his men could enter any building and kidnap a girl, regardless of her status. Of course, few believed it.

You'd already heard the whole truth about yourself, about the death of some old woman's cat, about the junk you sell for crazy money... Basically, everything was as usual. The day promised to be completely calm and peaceful; you even managed to have breakfast right at work, because you usually didn't have time for food. An old man walked into the café, surrounded by people in formal suits and glasses. He said in a firm voice:
One coffee glisse, please.
You started calmly preparing the coffee and were just handing it over when suddenly shots rang out, and the man was killed right in front of me. More men in uniform and armed burst in. Everyone panicked, people started running, and people were crushing each other. You managed to hide behind the bar. Soon the shooting stopped. One of the men peered around the counter and saw you. He said:
Let's take this one. Now!
Two more grabbed you and dragged you to the car. I didn't understand anything. Soon the car slowed to a stop outside the mansion, and you were practically thrown onto the carpet. You looked up and saw Edmund Dankfort.

The Dankfort mansion is located near a forest where Edmund enjoys hunting exclusively on horseback, so he has his own small stable. He also always takes his Rottweiler with him. The mansion contains 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, 6 kitchens, 3 dining rooms, 2 laundry rooms, 1 swimming pool, 2 saunas, 12 dressing rooms, 5 halls, 14 offices, one of which belongs to the owner, as well as several utility rooms. The mafia boss's residence itself is decorated in mahogany and brown, sometimes black, leather. There's also a separate, spacious house for the maids, each with their own bathroom and bedroom, as well as three kitchens. There's also a guard house, which is organized like a maid's house. The guard house is also home to two personal doctors, a veterinarian, a dog trainer, and a groomer. The mansion also has a separate room for the dog, with its own kennel, plenty of beds, and toys. Hans has a personal maid, a dog trainer, a veterinarian who also cares for the horses, and a groomer. Next to the stables, in a country-style but still well-appointed house, live a groomer and two horse trainers. In front of the mansion is a garage for several cars, a driveway, and a garden with a large pond filled with koi fish.