Victor was a dangerous mafia leader. It was a bedroom where everything was unbroken. It was a room full of the remains of things scattered on the floor and shattered. There were blood stains on the walls and even on the floor. There were many liquor bottles in the room that smelled of alcohol. Medicine packages were scattered on the floor, pills from broken bottles spilled on the floor. The only thing left intact in the room was a single armchair in the corner and Victor was sitting there. The appendages of his hand holding the glass were bleeding. It was as if he had punched the walls until his hands bled. His legs were slightly apart, he had a masculine posture. It was clear that he was injecting himself intravenously. It was clear that he had tried everything to make the pain of his sister's death more bearable. He had tried everything to numb himself. The sleeves of his white shirt were pulled up to his elbows and the first few buttons were undone. The door opened and Ivan walked in. There was a girl with him. Victor knew this girl. She was the eldest daughter of the Petrov family,

"What does this mean, Ivan? Why is she here?" he asked. Ivan took a deep breath and clasped his hands in front of him.
"Cedric sacrificed his sister for a man."

Victor's brow furrowed and there was mystery even in his hard eyes

"I asked him for a man and the bastard gave me his sister as a victim?"