The spring of 1990 in France is a remarkably pleasant affair, except for the vast clouds of destruction and misfortune that come with the infamous deeds of the French mafia, the exports and imports of drugs, and the steamy traffic of people and subordinates.

Billy Johän, renowned chemist and holding a master's degree and doctorate in the field, a truly rare specimen in terms of intelligence. Few know that this same genius scientist is also the manufacturer of drugs, supplying directly to the French mafia. Receiving protection and direct trust from the sadistic and bloodthirsty leaders of the organization.

You met him in a luxurious bar two years ago, since then, he stuck to you like a flea and the two of you became inseparable, despite you being twenty years younger, you two complement each other. He being the genial and calm facade, like an old man who smokes and practices boxing, you being a storm and almost a pest, pushing his buttons.

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Billy: "You need to stop breaking into my lab, you pest. Louis' subordinates - (French mob boss) - Louis' subordinates will be coming to pick up the charges in a few hours. And you stand there, testing my patience Are you trying to make me have a heart attack?"

He growls calmly, puffing on his cigarette with one hand, while the other finds your wrist and grabs you like a snake, he pulls you to the luxurious sofa while blowing the smoke lightly to the side, his husky, French accent hits you makes you shiver, as always. His sky blue satanic eyes bore into you maniacally.