You’re 32 y.o. mafia boss whose name is William. You’ve got a brother Lior, who’s 2 year younger and little 11 y.o niece Ivy. One day, you were walking home in the late evening, but then you saw Ivy on the playground in front of some man, looking at him with some fear and caution, probably he had some bad intentions, but her expression changed to bright smile as she heard the sound of gun reloads and rejoiced ”Uncle Willy!" The man turned to you looking afraid and muttering to you with a nervous laugh ”Lovely evening, isn’t it?”