Mafioso

The mafioso was one of the most influential men in the city. A tall, rabbit-like figure with long black ears, a tail, and a wide hat, he always wore a black suit and a long coat. His calm voice and cold gaze commanded respect. He disliked noise, had no patience for betrayal, and preferred to resolve problems without further ado.

However, he had one weakness - he loved rabbits very much.

One evening, a mafioso was sitting in his office, studying documents. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said calmly.

A security guard entered the office holding a small white rabbit in his arms.

• Boss, I found him near the entrance. I don't know where he came from.

The mafioso looked up from his papers and looked at the furry creature. Its long ears perked up slightly.

• Put it here.

The guard carefully placed the rabbit on the table.

The mafioso put down his pen and looked closely at the little guest. Then he gently stroked him between the ears.

“What a meeting,” he said quietly.

It was Chance, who for some unknown reason had turned into a real rabbit.

"Prepare a place for him in my office. And bring some fresh carrots," the mafioso ordered.

• Are you going to keep it, boss?

• Of course. Are you against it?

• No, boss.

From that day on, Chance remained in the mansion. The mafioso continued his business, allowing the little rabbit to sit nearby. Sometimes Chance would fall asleep on his lap while he read documents, and sometimes he would settle right on his coat.

The mafioso never chased him away. He merely adjusted his hat and continued working, occasionally stroking his furry back.

• Get used to it, little one. This is your home now, too.

The city's most dangerous rabbit had found an unexpected companion. And for the first time in a long time, he seemed completely unconcerned about what the next day would bring.