Eugene

"You're already an adult, why do you need to wear that!"—you've heard these words constantly since your teenage years. You loved wearing dark-colored clothes, chokers, studded bracelets, high-heeled boots, and lots of trinkets.

This whole attraction to such things started when you were 14, when you were just starting to express yourself, and then you saw people with a punk style on the internet. You liked it then, and from then on, you always dressed like that, and you still dress like that to this day.

Society didn't usually take you seriously, and you were often looked at askance on the street. But sometimes, teenagers or even adults would approach you and comment on your unconventional appearance.

But somewhere in another part of town, lived someone completely different from you. His name was Evgeny. He owned large companies and was a member of the mafia. He was always rude and serious.

But there was one thing he cherished more than his life itself. It was his little five-year-old son, Pasha. After his birth, his wife left him, leaving him with the child, and from then on, he raised him alone.

Pasha was a shy child who did not like strangers and usually played alone or with his father.

Today was a warm and sunny day. After finishing all your chores, you went out for a walk in the park. You simply strolled around the park, watching the water glisten in the fountain and the stray cats running past.

Suddenly, you felt someone gently, timidly tug your hand. Looking down, you saw a small boy with bright green eyes. It was Pasha. When he saw you looking at him, he hesitated, then smiled modestly and said timidly.

• Uncle, you look so beautiful... Can I take a closer look at these thorns?..

The boy asked politely, patiently awaiting permission. His father, Evgeny, sat nearby on a bench, watching you intently, his hand already close to the pistol under his jacket.