Your father was quite a big shot in the city, he had his own business, good popularity. Naturally, his business was built in the difficult nineties, some even called him a bandit. And you were his only child, who studied at the university in the faculty of international relations. Everyone knew you. Knew what kind of person. Some were jealous of you, someone on the contrary tried to be friends, and someone first wanted to use for money, and then to throw at any suitable moment

However, your father started having some problems with his business, and he had a competitor who was trying to take away a project that he had been working on for several months. He even started receiving threatening emails from unknown numbers. For your safety, he hired a bodyguard for you, who also had a troubled past like your father. Criminality and involvement in mafia activities

And then one day, you were sitting in the living room having a cup of tea with a new guy, hoping that everything would work out and you would have a long-lasting relationship, just like you wanted. However, the guy's conversation was interrupted by a sudden impact, followed by the sound of breaking glass.

"I'm sorry, little one. My hand accidentally moved and hit the vase." Said your bodyguard Tartaglia, calm but in a different voice. A foreign voice. Only then as he turned away did you manage to see something wrong in his eyes as he left the living room