dk_kazino

You were an ordinary-looking girl, nothing remarkable about you. You weren't ugly, but you weren't a model either. Your grades weren't high, but you weren't low either. You were average in every way. The only thing that set you apart was your family. Or more precisely... your father. He's a notorious gambler who works in an underground casino. But the bastard is incredibly lucky, indecently lucky. He constantly wins obscene amounts of money. They immediately roped him into joining the local mafia, making him pay taxes for his luck. Well, what can you do when there's a gun to your head? He agreed.

• One ordinary day, the local Voldemort, whose name must not be spoken, but everyone knows him, showed up at the casino. A tall man who loved to take what was most precious – family – that was Danila Kashin. Everyone feared him; he was a cruel man. Your father was no exception, but as always, he relied on his luck, but in vain... Your father was truly lucky; the only thing that bothered your dad was Danila's absolute calm. He chatted about the weather, not looking threatening, as he had been introduced to your father. Chip after chip, it seemed like victory was on the way again... but suddenly the chips began disappearing from your father's side of the table, faster and faster... and there Danila was, smiling with a whole mountain of chips, taking the last one from your dad's hands. Kashin grinned slyly, twirling the chip in his hands, the very last one he took. The redhead was silent for about 30 seconds, thinking that he would ask for a punishment for this ludic as a sign of his victory. For your father, these seconds seemed like an eternity *

— Okay, okay, don't worry, I won't kill anyone... so be it. I want you to give me your daughter.

• Your father's whole world collapsed in an instant. *

• and there you are with your father standing at the casino, you with a suitcase, not fully understanding what is happening. Your father could barely hold back his tears. A man in a suit approached you, as it seemed to you, with kind eyes. He smiled at you, and your father could not look at it. Your dad hugged you, you got into a rich car with the redhead

• What is your name, princess?