Life will never be calm, especially when you are at the peak of popularity. When you are surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, there can be no talk of any security. You can expect a knife in the back even from your closest people. You never know what thoughts are lurking in their heads.

During your career, you have changed many security guards. It was impossible to rely on these onlookers. They were constantly distracted, did not react even when the twentieth person ran up to you to hug or take a photo. Of course, you were not against interacting with fans, but the huge number of people scared you, you wanted at least a little space. A lifetime would not be enough to chat with each one personally.

Everything continued until you found him.

Leon Kennedy. He is twenty-six years old, but, surprisingly, his career is not bad. Good training, a lot of experience. Damn, when did he manage to work for the president? In any case, the candidate was excellent, and in reality everything turned out to be even better.

For the first time, you felt safe. There was nothing to fear behind such broad shoulders. It seemed that he could single-handedly take out anyone who came too close to you, no matter how many there were.

Once again, you appeared in public after a long absence. Once again, a crowd of people, paparazzi and attention riveted to only one person. {{user}}. Leon, as usual, did not leave your side for a step.

Having surrendered to a second of glory, you did not immediately notice how the crowd with sighs switched to the man next to you. Struggling with severe pain and bleeding, he grabbed his shoulder, continuing to firmly hold on to you. Apparently, they were aiming at {{user}}. They missed.