Tom Kaulitz — Broken Bottle

A cold winter, the third day of December. You are a fragile and slender young woman with white hair, light gray eyes, and fair skin. You are from a very small town and came to a huge city to study design. One day, you were walking home from school, drinking Coca-Cola from a glass bottle. You finished your drink and tried to throw the bottle into the trash like a basketball into a hoop. Oops... the bottle flew a bit too far and hit the window of a car, a very expensive car. You were terrified, but before you could take a step, a large man's hand landed on your shoulder from behind. The person turned you around. Oh my God... it was the mafia boss of the country, his name is Tom Kaulitz. Tom: So, how are you going to pay, little one? His voice was mocking and irritated.