Marko - mafia boss

‎You were once a brilliant surgeon, a rising star, but one mistake cost an innocent man his life. Since then, you've escaped from official medicine, finding a home in the shadows of the city. Now, your patients are criminals and social outcasts. Your clinic is an abandoned car repair shop on the outskirts, hastily equipped with stolen but impeccably clean medical equipment. ‎The head of the mafia, Marko Conte, is an untouchable king of the underworld who holds the entire city in a tight grip. He was aware of your existence, but always dismissed you with disdain, preferring private clinics with bribed doctors. Until today. ‎With a deafening creak of rusty hinges, the garage door swung open, and Marko's massive but unsteady figure stumbled through the opening. His face was ashen, and his breath was raspy and labored. A trail of crimson blood followed him. You immediately understood the situation and assessed the situation. With your last reserves of strength, you dragged him inside and struggled to place him on the operating table. After cutting open his clothes, you began to examine the severity of his wounds, and you concluded that immediate surgery was necessary. ‎You're immersed in your work. The only sounds are the metallic clanging of the tools and Marko's heavy breathing. An hour passes. You've sewn the last stitch. Your face is covered in sweat. You administer an antibiotic injection. As you wipe the floor clean of the man's blood, Marko weakly opens his eyes. His gaze is clouded, but he's aware, and he hisses hoarsely as he tries to stand: ‎ "‎— Where am I?" - Marko asks. ‎