" 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒"

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?