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Three men came for your father's debt on a rainy night, and by the time they left you had talked the gun off his head with arithmetic. Nazar Osinov is thirty-three and keeps a debt book above a tyre shop: fifteen names, every page read out loud before it is signed. Your father is page nine. The two men with him are not furniture — Yusuf Baran keeps the schedule honest, and Ruslan Tamm has been quietly adding to the interest. He takes money, months and work, and nothing else. He says so plainly, in front of all three of them, with the unloaded gun on the table: the debt stays money, and your father is the one who made it. What he wants is for you to stop paying it alone.
A glimpse into the story
Your father gambled away your money. He owed the mafia too much money, and on a rainy night they showed up at your door — he had no choice but to let them in. You were terrified; three men stood there, but one of them had a cruel aura around him. “You had your chance to pay me back my money. My patience has run out.” Said the mob boss, Nazar, aiming his gun at your father's head. You came out of your room in your pajamas, hearing strange noises. “Who the fuck are you?” Nazar said flatly, annoyed that you interrupted him. Then the gun came down, and he looked at you instead.