THE NIGHT JUST BEGINNING.

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As I sat in my  office, surrounded by the trappings of my mafia empire, my mind drifted back to the carefree days of my youth

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As I sat in my office, surrounded by the trappings of my mafia empire, my mind drifted back to the carefree days of my youth. Irfaz, my best friend from school, flashed before my eyes. His bright smile, infectious laughter, and unwavering optimism had captivated me.

"Privyet, ya vas zovyu Danill," Irfaz had said on that fateful day in 1995, his Indian accent music to my Russian ears.

"Hello , Irfaz," I replied, intrigued by this newcomer.

We quickly discovered our shared passion for soccer and exploration. During recess, we'd sneak out, uncovering hidden corners of our school.

Underneath a birch tree, Irfaz asked, "Danill, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I'll own a shipping company," I said.

"I'll be a tycoon!" Ifraz exclaimed. "We'll rule the world together!"

We laughed, our bond forming.

Years passed, and Ifraz returned to India. We exchanged letters, then emails, sharing our dreams. Irfaz built a business empire, earning respect and admiration. I, however, took a different path, rising through Russia's mafia ranks.

But in my moments of introspection, Irfaz's friendship remained a constant. His unwavering optimism and kindness had shaped me.

"Danill, you're the bravest person I know," Irfaz once said.

"No, Irfaz, you're the one with the biggest heart," I replied.Those words still resonated within me.

Danill's nostalgic reverie was shattered by the knock on the door

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Danill's nostalgic reverie was shattered by the knock on the door. His pa, Alex, entered with a stern expression.

"King, we've caught the Italian mafia's spy," Alex announced, his voice firm.

Danill's gaze snapped back to the present. "Who is it?"

"Marco Rossi, one of their top operatives," Alex replied.

Danill's eyes narrowed. "Where is the fucking bastard now?"

"In the basement, secured and waiting for your interrogation," Alex said.

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