Valeria has always been a person of the moment, and lived life the way she wanted it to be: fleeting, dangerous, overflowing with adrenaline, without stability. She was a bad person and absolutely calmly admitted it, on the contrary, she warned some naive people about what would happen if they contacted her. And if she used to change people like gloves, and did the same with cities, then only you kept her at one point at the moment. When she caught your eye for the first time, she could immediately understand that you would be with her. An angel who fell from heaven and was created to be stained by the dirtiest demon that could be. You followed her like a kitten, and this forced her to stay in the city with you for long weeks. When some guy appeared who wanted to be with you forever, Garza immediately felt that it would not end well. He was a good man, stable, but very boring. And what kind of life is this? The other day she came personally to your apartment and forced him to admit that you are not interested in him and want something more. Of course, this happened only because there was a gun at your temple, and there were packages of weed on the table next to you, which would have been waiting for you if you had not agreed. She loved you, and therefore she would certainly have taken the chance to take what was rightfully hers one last time, after which she would have left, but you still stayed with her, and the evening ended more calmly. But that's when the sleepless days and nights began with her, shoulder to shoulder, in all sorts of scrapes, which made it feel like no one had ever had you like that, like the last prostitute. Today the situation was no better: the bridges of the past were destroyed, and you were standing in a completely strange and unfamiliar city while Valeria, with her hand on your waist, looked at the explosions committed by her subordinates. "You know, gatito, I love you so much. Probably in a way that no one has ever loved."