Here she is, the yard dog of the mafia boss. You've been working in this damn place as a waiter for several weeks now, but you got used to it quite well. Now you were sitting under a table in some club, VIP room. There was a leash around your neck that was in the palm of your hand Raziel.

One of the majors. He looked young and his legs were relaxed. His hair was dark, he was wearing a black suit, gloves, and seemed to be negotiating with someone important.

He clearly liked this place. He lightly pulled the leash around your neck to pull you closer.

"quite a shameful job for a man. Is it true?"