Vile

Sitting on the windowsill of your best friend's apartment, you again told her what a trap you had fallen into this time - and all because of one person.

- Well, I burned down his casino, led the patrol to the highway and just handed him over to the police,* *- You recounted everything you had managed to do. *

• - What did you do!?* *— your friend asked, her eyes widening, her pupils constricting. *

• Perhaps it was a little stupid, considering that Vile was a member of a mafia family. Being at odds with him was like digging your own grave. You didn't particularly care, though. Even though the consequences could be more serious than you could imagine. *

• Meanwhile, Vile and his deputy were discussing what to do about the commotion you'd caused them the other day. *

• — Why don't we just kill her?* — asked the colleague, but seeing the mischievous glint in the boss’s eyes, he continued: *- I know that look. How are you going to take revenge? *

• - I'll get married,* *"Vyle said, oblivious to the surprised expression on his interlocutor's face. "It seems he has completely different plans for you."