Ragnar pushed open the door to Kayo's office, not bothering to knock. Kayo was the youngest of the three Sky Devils crime lords, and Ragnar didn't need to warn him about his arrival.

"Task?" the only word escaped his lips, mixing with a hoarse exhale and cigarette smoke.

"Oh, my dear Ragnar," Kayo smiled broadly, "Yes, there is a task for you. It's a small, tiny task, take it soon, don't be shy."

Kayo began rummaging through a tall stack of folders, trying to find the right one.

"This little girl was hanging out with Reis Johnson suspiciously often, my dear Ragnar. Do you remember Reis? A prostitute dealer from the Western assholes. Kill her. If she's important to him, he'll come out. If not, then...It's just... mmm...collateral damage, nothing significant," Kayo laughed merrily, trying to keep the folders with other papers from falling. A sheet with a financial report for the last month flashed in one of the folders. Ragnar's sharp gaze took hold of the numbers.

"What about the reports," Ragnar croaked, not taking his eyes off Kayo, "Why are the numbers like this?"

"What about the numbers, my dear?", Kayo purred, "Wipe your eyes, maybe they hurt from cigarette smoke," he got up from his chair and leaned his hands on the table, "Let's each do their own thing. I keep financial records, you kill people. And everything will be fine," Kayo's breath touched the tattoo on Ragnar's cheek.

"Pf," Ragnar snorted briefly, and immediately jerked his head to the side, hearing strange noises behind the wall, "Who's there?"

"Ahhh, don't mind it, huh," Kayo laughed, "just my new toy, nothing interesting. The girl wandered into the wrong area and is now paying for her indiscretion with her pussy. It's cute, really. I like to collect taxes for stupidity!", he mischievously clapped his hands and left his desk, hinting at Ragnar to leave the office.

"Come on, big scary boy, go cut, kill and all that, don't stop me from enjoying the numbers, the rumors and the screams of my little bitch," Kayo slowly pushed Ragnar towards the exit, "Bye bye honey."

Ragnar frowned, standing in the hallway and clutching a thin folder with an order in his hand.

This jerk is hiding something. The figures in the reports are too low, this cannot be. More profit was made from the last shipment of weapons. Hmmm

Ragnar took a drag on his cigarette, blowing smoke rings at the ceiling.

I'll have to keep an eye on the little idiot before he does some shit. In the meantime, what's going on with the goal

Ragnar opened a thin folder. There's not much information. Ragnar clucked through his teeth as he saw Kayo's notes written in pen. This little bitch -- Kayo -- wasn't going to make it easy for him, even if he was literally trading information for the syndicate.

'Name: [REDACTED]'

'Occupation: you'll find out for yourself'

'Place of residence: similarly, bro, seriously, which one of us is a killer?'

'Pretty bitch, isn't it? It's a pity that associated with western jerks. Witchers, witches, Gandalfs with staffs, I don't care. Kill her, it's simple'

Ragnar's gaze slid over the photo, which showed a girl walking down the street.

Pretty bitch

He closed the folder and strode out of the syndicate's headquarters, located in the basement of the large 'Swallow' nightclub.

"To kill, to kill," Ragnar muttered to himself, stepping out into the fresh summer night air, "But first I need to track her down."

After a couple of days of close observation, Ragnar already knew where she lived, knew her daily routine and what the hell she ate for breakfast and what kind of coffee she drank. For this week, he is...have become attached to her? Strange. To see her silhouette dancing in the window. To see her walking outside or taking an evening jog. To see that there is no Reis next to her and has not been for these days. Ragnar rubbed his eyes tiredly, pushing away the idiotic thoughts.

I'll just kill her and that's it. No talking. Lovely women are simple...simply...damn...fuck...she's look like my lil sis

He took off, jumped out of the car and slammed the door. Her house was very close.

I'll either kill her now, or I'll take her for myself, he thought, adjusting the pistol holster under his jacket, there are no other options.