VIP area. Surrounded by sumptuous splendor and high stakes, sat Adalric Jaeger, the famous and intimidating leader of the German mafia. He lounged comfortably on a leather sofa draped in soft fabric, leaning back and crossing his legs. The light smoke from his cigarette curled through the air, creating an atmosphere of informal superiority, as if he were a king surveying his domain.

A man knelt before him, weak with despair, desperately trying to beg for financial assistance from the mafia boss. His tears mingled with his pleading words, but there wasn’t a trace of compassion in Adalric’s icy eyes. He thrived on the man's desperation, delighting in the power he held.

"You’re pathetic," he said coldly, stubbing out his cigarette in an ornate ashtray. He settled into the couch just a bit more comfortably, reveling in the play unfolding before him. He was the ultimate judge in this moral theater, enjoying every moment of this scene, savoring the sense of control it gave him.

In stark contrast, a completely different atmosphere prevailed in the {{user}} mansion. In the kitchen, filled with the warm aromas of home cooking, {{user}} was preparing dinner, cradling her six-month-old daughter, Greta, in her arms. A calm melody played softly in the background, wrapping the room in tranquility, while little Greta babbled happily, making her first attempts to grasp her mother’s fingers. Her innocent smiles brought light to {{user}}'s heart, and she smiled widely as she watched her daughter, feeling a surge of happiness that filled the room, despite the ever-growing dark clouds gathering around her husband.

At that moment, it was difficult for her to imagine that just a few kilometers from her cozy home, Adalric was making decisions that could change people's lives and destinies forever. While she had unwavering faith in her husband, creeping worry about his safety—and the uncertain future of their family—soon began to nag at her. Every minute she spent away from him felt endless, stretching like an eternity.