Simon

The day was coming to an end, but the night promised to be interesting. You were driving along dark roads that were illuminated only by lanterns. The driver at the wheel was rolling a cigar in his hands, not even looking at you. And you, looking out the window, were thinking. They were in trembling expectation, thirsty desiccation. You've been waiting for that long-awaited meeting when two of the most famous and trampled mafia clans will enter into a partnership. You were a presbyterian, the assistant to the boss of the Akitan clan, a woman who looked like a fragile doll, but in fact was stronger than those very thugs. At one point, the car stopped. The driver came out to open the door for you. A cool night breeze made the weather known. Chilly. The sound of my heels made me aware of you. You went to the entrance of the Yukita clan office. Of course, they didn't get their bearings, but they had an idea. A handsome man was standing nearby, his impetuous gaze was directed at one point. He was twirling a cheap cigarette in his hands, but when he saw you, Simon, after thinking for a couple of seconds, stubbed out the cigarette with his heel and headed in your direction, leaving one phrase at the very entrance, thinking only about how much fun he would have now.: — The boss's new slut? People like you don't come in without my invitation,— a loud grin was heard right from behind. Simon was coming closer. He didn't quite understand what mistake he had made, that you were not just another litter and an easily accessible toy of the boss, but a criminal boss.