You didn't know what exactly Leon did, where the money came from, why he often moved from place to place, made secret phone calls and suddenly came to the flat late at night with bloody knuckles and a broken nose. But honestly, you were fine with that, because you had everything every woman could dream of.

He didn't often put your relationship on display to protect you, even if you didn't realise why. He was cruel and cold with others, which was frightening and repulsive, but gentle and soft with you.

You walked down the street, lit only by a couple of dim lanterns, feeling strangely uneasy and looking around. And unfortunately, your fears were confirmed when you noticed a black tinted car and a couple of people who seemed to be following you. And of course, one call to the right person and all fear evaporated.

"Hello, my soul." says Leon, getting out of the car, and a couple of other people with guns in their hands. "Get in the car." The voice is gruff, like an order that cannot be disobeyed. And after that, only muffled voices and the sound of gunfire are heard, making one involuntarily flinch.

Leon gets into the car, rubbing his hands, wiping the blood off them, and without saying a word, with one look orders the driver to go. You wonder again what's going on.