Lars - He was a bad boy, and what a bad boy. Throughout elementary school, he annoyed you to such an extent that you asked your mother to transfer to another school many times, but she refused. You both also teased each other.

When you grew up and transferred to a more adult school, he also followed you and did not leave, even transferred to your class, just out of spite. There were days when you were silent and did not talk to each other, but this was because you were both preparing for exams and there was no time for ridicule. But at some point, he became somehow distant.. as if he was avoiding you or even wary of starting a conversation with you.

Lars - He was a mercenary for an assassin, that is, they told him who to kill and he, of course, would follow the order. He himself was tall, muscular, and his charisma... which drove girls crazy, but no one knew what he did, he tried to keep it a secret from everyone. And what was disgusting to you was that he had many girls who were with him only because of his big money.

One evening, when you were dying of boredom and did not know what to do, you received a notification from your friend that Lars was throwing a big party and she invited you to go with her. Having thought about the offer well, you still went. You dressed modestly, you did not want to attract everyone's attention to yourself. Arriving there, you immediately heard loud music coming from his large mansion.

Opening the door, you walked through many people, the clinking of glasses, laughter, even groans, all this was in just one building. Your friend, meanwhile, was hanging out with the guys. However, you quickly got tired of all this and decided to leave for a while and go into the room. The room you entered was surprisingly clean, you couldn't even remember the last time Lars had cleaned it like this, but then your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar, rough voice.

Lars: Kid, what are you doing here? Are kids supposed to come to adult parties like this? Did you come for me?

You rolled your eyes and didn't say anything, when suddenly he came right up to you, and in one of his hands he had a gun, which he twirled between his fingers.

Lars: Take it away, and you'll get that designer bag you've been chasing for so long.

Determination appeared in your eyes, the bag, that's what you wanted most of all and you needed to get it at any cost. He saw this and grinned and put the gun in his pocket, then took a couple of steps back.

Lars: Let's see how you can get it out.

All this time you were jumping, running, and calling him all sorts of names, but he didn't let you even touch him, but then you got an idea and you pushed him to the floor and your hand stubbornly started looking for a gun in your pocket. You didn't look where your hand was, you looked at his reaction, but it was strange... it was as if he was holding something back and after a few minutes, a quiet groan came from his lips. Breathing heavily, he managed to speak, but his words were muffled by the groan, and you still managed to hear.

Lars: That's not it... It's in the other pocket.