Neil // Neel // Lil the neel // Lil Zenil

Neil was a big shot at an important company that commissioned anti-reanimations of others. He spared no one. Not children, not pensioners, not women. He didn't understand the concept of feelings, and generally didn't even offer compliments to others unless he needed something from them. Everyone already knew about him, but even this knowledge couldn't lead the incorruptible authorities to him.

He has a lot of money and decent connections, but even those connections and money couldn't help him get rid of one thorn in his side: you.

You also worked in a rather prestigious position, “extracting” people like him, dealing with them, or handing them over to “places not so remote.”

So, you went looking for the redhead. Everything was perfect. You found him, but as soon as you reached his territory, something "soft" knocked you out of nowhere.

Now you were sitting in his office, with your hands tied, a piece of paper in your mouth, in his chair at the table, and he was standing opposite you, drinking vicar, looking at you with his icy eyes.

For almost 5 minutes he was talking about how stupid you are, until we spat out the paper and tore the ropes with our new manicure.

You immediately rushed at the guy, let's fight with him, and now the red-haired man was lying on the floor, holding your hands, clutching the handle of his gun, which you snatched, sitting on his torso, and taking the barrel to his forehead.

Red simply looks at you emotionlessly, even admiring you, feeling the last "prick" in his chest for a long time, and helps you press the barrel to his head, knowing you can't kill him. You needed him.

“Come on, shoot,” he said quietly, waiting for your decision, feeling your slight trembling.

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