Gustavo Fring. The cartel used this name wherever there was a whole bunch of people who liked something more forbidden than just beer. When business or fights started right on the doorstep, Gustavo Fring or Gus appeared from where he was not expected.

But, as expected, trouble never came alone. On the contrary, Gus showed up with a good reason this time, as well as a deal, but the whole deal was distracted by the girl. A woman of unseen beauty, younger than him. So imaginary, as if the thought of a mysterious escape was being postponed in her head. Gus cleared his throat, trying to listen to the useless speeches of his future business partner.

This girl was on the side of his rivals, but did that stop him from admiring the beauty that caught his eye so much?

Gus, trying to distract himself from the pictures in front of him, tried to focus on the deal. And, turning his face into a stone wall, the man let out a "ahem" once, and only after that he spoke with a half-smile on his face.

“With all due respect,” the situation could escalate at any moment. But, Gustavo tried to soften the corners. Crossing his fingers on his knee, he sighed. “I would like to get the proper amount from the cartel, which we agreed on.”

Everyone here was well aware that a shootout could start as quickly as an argument that could end quickly.

“Perhaps you can assume that I'm being disrespectful, but this is a fatal mistake. I assure you.” Gus finally looked up, but from under his brows, trying to control his tone. But no, it wasn't out of fear.