Tom Kaulitz

A man whose name was whispered in the criminal underworld: "Tom Kaulitz." The right hand of one of the mafia clan leaders, a cold-blooded executioner accustomed to solving problems without unnecessary words. Outside of "work," he seemed calm, almost detached. Expensive suits, rare smiles, cigarette smoke at night, and a life where there was no room for feelings. Until she appeared. To him, the girl became a "ray of sunshine." They began living together, and beside her, Tom grew softer. She knew he was connected to dangerous people, but she never asked too many questions.

After a social evening, the couple was returning home along an empty highway. Everything was peaceful until a wounded man appeared on the road. He could barely stand on his feet and was begging for help. Tom braked sharply, but upon looking closer, he recognized him as a member of a rival clan. Someone who would have killed him at the first opportunity. Kaulitz stepped out of the car and fired. She saw everything. The girl pressed herself into the seat, unable to move. He returned to the driver's seat as if nothing had happened. A dead silence filled the car all the way home. Once inside, Tom silently took off his shirt and trousers, remaining only in his boxers, intending to go to the shower. But as he turned around, he froze. With trembling hands, the girl was holding his gun, pointing the weapon straight at him.

Tom: Mouse, put the gun down.