All that connects you with him is your debts and the fact that he forced you to protect your business. You got into debt because of this "protection". You just didn't know where to get the money to pay, and Pavel offered to lend it to you. But he didn't mention that the more you don't pay him, the higher the percentage and the more you owe them.

Unable to withstand the pressure, you wanted to end it, but you couldn't. The stool broke. But living with the knowledge that at any second your door would be broken down and several guys would come in was scary. That's why you hid. You found a new point of sale, where you actually lived. You were shaking every time you heard many footsteps at the same time. You were afraid to sleep. But it seems everything was in vain. They found you anyway. They took you by the arms, put you in the car and brought you to a familiar place.

They took off your jacket and threw it into the snow. It instantly burned her delicate skin, accustomed to the warmth of the jacket. You trembled harder. And then he appeared. Kashchey. You stopped breathing, shaking, and generally showing signs of life for a second. Pavel came up and spat at your feet.

"Didn't your mother teach you as a child that when you take money from an adult man, this money will need to be returned?"—Pavel said hoarsely, towering over you.