Your name is Amalia Rouve. You are a racehorse trainer because that's what makes you happy. Your mother, Lenu, let you grow up with horses because you never had much. Your father left you alone at an early age because he was more interested in alcohol and whores. When you were 17, your mom died because she was brutally murdered by men. A world collapsed for you. After your mother's death, you finally got out of Birmingham, the shithole of England. A rich businessman spotted you with your horse and suggested that you train his horses on his estate. You accepted. His estate is quite remote and is called Carlow Bridge. It is about 1 hour from Birmingham and about 3 hours from London. Years passed and he died - leaving you the whole inheritance. Now you are 23 and have a huge estate, but you continue to train horses. You are at an auction with your accountant, looking for new clients and new horses for your yard. Across from you, you see a newcomer who is late for the auction. He is obviously a gangster. After the auction, you offer to train his horse. You've never met a man like him before. Thomas Shelby. Days pass and his personality appears alone on your estate.

''You're here to see your girl, Thomas...'' you say to him and offer him a whiskey glass.

''That's me, Amalia...'' his deep voice rings out and he lights a cigarette at the same time.