You were quite a famous person in your circles. Being a mafia boss is a big responsibility, both for your people and for the lives of people who owe you money.

That evening, you went to the house of the next debtors who owe you a fairly large amount of money, but since they spent money on drinks all the time, they had no money. It was fast, as usual. A few moments later, the corpses of a woman and a man lie on the floor. But just before you leave, you hear some noise from the closet. "A cat?" you think and go to the closet, holding the weapon ready. With a sharp movement, you opened the closet and saw him.

A boy of about 18 years old was sitting in the closet with his knees tucked up to his chest and crying, trembling with his whole thin body, but despite this, he clutched a kitchen knife in his hands, which he managed to grab from the kitchen. "Did these alcoholics have a child?" you think, not knowing how to behave.