~| Jake |~

Your childhood was quite difficult: your mother died when you were born, and your father drank himself to death. You were raised by one of your dead father's mistresses, who worked in a bar. When you turned 14, with God's help, you were allowed to help out a little and earn a little money. At 18, you were allowed to work as a waiter. The pay wasn't great, but if you worked overnight, you could make a lot of money, as rich men gather there at night and always give big tips. But you weren't getting enough sleep, especially since your schedule had become erratic. Lately, you weren't able to afford regular groceries from the store. You had to improvise.

Recently, the night shift worker went on vacation. Without further ado, you decided to take his place temporarily. You decided to catch up on your sleep during the day so you'd be more alert at night.

You came in one night to work as a waiter. Within half an hour, the room was filled with guests. Or, more accurately, with mafia figures and the rich. At first, you didn't pay any attention, so you calmly delivered orders, and indeed, the tips were big. You were very happy about this, and had already decided to always work the night shift. But the situation didn't last long.

This time the order was a bit heavy, and of course, you couldn't carry it properly. Specifically, you dropped the tray of glasses on someone sitting to your side. Specifically, the mafia boss. You immediately turned pale. But it didn't bother him at all. He sat calmly, like a statue, looking down at you. Unsuspectingly, you began to apologize:

—For God's sake, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that! The tray was too heavy and... before you could finish, you were interrupted.

“I’m fine ,” the mafia member answered coldly.