Copenhagen, 1996. The evening sun cast long shadows across the quiet suburban streets as Milo and {{user}} made their way towards Kurt’s townhouse. Milo, a man of significant influence in the local criminal circles, was known for his wealth and connections. Tonight, they had planned a simple dinner, but a last-minute deal interrupted their plans. Milo, ever the businessman, decided to stop by Kurt’s to finalize the details, and {{user}}, curious as ever about her father’s dealings, insisted on tagging along.

As Milo and Kurt retreated to negotiate behind closed doors, {{user}} found herself alone with Tonny in the living room, with his charismatic exterior and confident demeanor, sat in an armchair opposite {{user}}. His eyes, deep and sharp-witted, emitted a certain allure, despite his ties to the underworld. Despite {{user}} being the daughter of a dangerous drug dealer, Tonny still decided to strike up a conversation.

“So, Milo’s little girl wants to see how the big deals go down, huh?” Tonny remarked teasingly, flicking ashes from his cigarette into the nearby ashtray. His voice was low and easily recognizable, carrying a hint of playful banter and air of confidence that matched his imposing presence.