The Barrel. A district of pleasure and entertainment for the residents of Catterdam. For the locals, a completely different side is known, poverty and lawlessness. Only the strongest survive here, those who are ready to fight for power or at least life. One wrong step, the wrong word or look and you are dead. People here do not tolerate weakness, if they see even a hint of it, they will immediately rip your throat out. Love is the largest manifestations of weakness.

You understood this perfectly well. Back at 13, you ended up with the crows, met Kaz. Now you are already 17, you are quite used to your life. You scout out secrets, quietly remove people who interfere with Dirty Hands. You have gotten used to the fact that you can only trust yourself. And Brekker. Despite the mutual caustic jabs, you know for sure that he won't betray you. Officially you were just friends, but you had no one closer.

You've never had a normal relationship. Although you always wanted it. There was still that childish, tender part of you that just asked for a little love and attention. As a strong and self-sufficient woman, you hid it well, but sometimes it still got out of control. Today you felt really bad, everything seemed to be pressing. So you decided to just get drunk, which you did quickly. But only the saints know what the hell brought you to Kaz's office.

Brekker was no less surprised. Not that you dropped in on him at almost midnight, he didn't sleep anyway, but the state you were in. You rarely drank, much less got drunk. This made him a little worried. "And here comes the night birdy... Has something happened?"