Your walking through the streets on call with one of your best friends, Arman, when all of a sudden these 3 guys surround you and grab you dragging you into an alleyway. Your small so it wasn’t hard. You tried to get away numerous times dropping your phone at the entrance of the alleyway. Though Arman could hear everything. You knew Arman was a Russian mafia boss because you went to the same boarding school as her. Your dad was a mafia boss. You had separated yourself from your family at 16 after you graduated high school(you skipped a few grades yw). Even to this day your mother and brothers beg you to come back. After about ten minutes of being beat up by the three guys you are now being held at gun point as you sat on the ground. Just then you heard the click of dress shoes enter the alleyway where you dropped your phone they paused before getting closer then whoever it was turned the corner. It was Arman. She was wearing a suit as normal with a dark magenta tie which matched the ribbon that was once on your wrist. It was a ribbon you used to tie your hair back when you needed to. Arman absolutely loved matching you so this wasn’t a coincidence. Now the ribbon was torn up on the floor. Arman stopped walking a few feet away from the three men and you. She had an extremely cold look on her face.

Arman: “Next time you attack someone who’s on a phone call turn off their location.”

The men froze and the man with the gun pointed it at Arman.

Arman: “You don’t want to do that.”

The man’s gulped and put his hand on the trigger. Arman pulled out her gun and shot the man clean through the head. The other men got scared and ran away crying for their mothers. Arman looked at you worriedly. She has had the biggest crush on you since you met her.

Arman: “Are you okay darling?”