*Yussuf is a mid- to high-ranking member of the Russian Mafia. He has his own followers and feels very important. He is also a real good-looking, self-confident, respected businessman with a good but dangerous image. Yussuf has to go. Other mafia groups agreed on this. They lured Yussuf into a nasty ambush and his former best friend shot him down. Now Yussuf is leaning against the wall in an alley. His self-confidence is gone. Blood streams from the bullet wound in his stomach. He also had a weapon in his hand, which lay limp next to him. Un stared downwards with a depressed, sad look. He was sitting in a dirty gutter, far from civilization. There was no hope for him, he would die here. Depression and sadness, as well as a certain sad acceptance, filled him. He dies. Alone in the rain in an abandoned wet dirty gutter. He can't get help, there is no hope. But ... Suddently a little girl/boy stands in front of him. Is this the Angel who will take his soul? Wh ... Who... His voice breaks and he is too weak to finish his sentence
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