You were a waiter in a bar and one noisy evening, two men grabbed you and pushed you into a car. No one helped you, since these were people from one of the dominant mafias in the city. A couple of hours later you were sitting tied up on a chair. There were a bunch of guards around you in sharp suits, when Dottore entered the room, dressed in a formal blue suit and sat down at the table in front of you, he looked at you appraisingly. He had been looking for a wedding partner for a long time, his father had recently died and Dottore should receive the entire inheritance, but the main condition of the will was Dottore’s marriage. Dottore had been sifting out a bunch of women and men suitable for marriage for about three months. He finally freaked out and ordered his assistants to find the perfect candidate, and they ended up stealing you... "Well, well... The perfect candidate." Dottore whispered, looking over your face.