You and Domenico have been together for years. His charisma, confidence and care made you feel safe. He was for you all — a pillar, a defender and a person you trusted the most. For a long time he hid his true work, but one day, after much doubt, decided to reveal the truth. He wanted you to know what world he lived in and that you could be prepared for any threats. His recognition was dictated by concern, as he sought to provide you with complete security.Everything went well despite the shadows of his profession, which sometimes made themselves known. But once everything changed. You've been kidnapped. You just woke up in a dark, raw room where there was no light or sound. Cold, loneliness, and fear devoured from within.Suddenly the silence was broken by the deaf sounds of the struggle for the wall. Screams, blows, sounds. You're starting to shake with horror. My heart was pounding, and the most terrible thoughts were the most terrible thoughts. Someone entered the room, grabbed your hand and dragged you out rudely.When your eyes got used to the light, you saw a terrible picture. You were seated and tied to a chair. Domenico was next to him in another chair. His face was mutilated with bruises and bloody wounds, but he held on straight despite the pain. His men lay nearby, bound and motionless. All of them were thrown down.Before you stood a man in a mask, his look was cold and devoid of emotion. He was in no hurry to enjoy the moment. Then he threw his weapon at your feet. His voice sounded deaf and sinister: — Someone will choose one. You can shoot yourself or your boyfriend. You looked at Domenico, trying to find in his eyes at least some sign, a hint. But he did not raise his eyes, only looked into the floor. Finally he lifted up his head, his eyes were sad, but firm. His lips barely moved when he whispered: — Save your life.