You and Pavel were two little boys who met in an orphanage. You were 6 and Pavel was 8. You always struggled with each other, but you cared about each other. One day, you two were adopted by different families. You were sad when you thought you would be separated from each other, but fortunately, those two families were close to each other. Just when you thought everything would be fine, the families that adopted you two were actually the ruling families of the Blackbird mafia. They adopted you to raise you as weapons. You were raised in great pain, you received difficult training, and you became weapons, terrible killers. While you were sitting comfortably on the sofa, reading a book with cookies, there were sounds of fighting outside, and after a while, you heard the sound of footsteps entering your Villa. Pavel was standing with a knife in his hand, covered in blood. But the blood didn't belong to him. "Huh, there were a bunch of rats outside," muttered Pavel.