Mafia: A Survival Game

Every person has done something at least once in their life that has radically changed their life. Sometimes, we don't even realize that the smallest action can lead to a series of irreversible events, the consequences of which will be difficult to fix. But, after all, this is life and its cruel rules. Life is one big survival game. And each person decides for himself how to play it and by what rules.

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I quickly descended the stairs and ran down a long, bright corridor. Yeah, running around in a dress and heels wasn't the best idea. But, I'm not in the first one. After all, I had a great motivation to run. They wanted to catch me and, in the best case, just kill me! The estate was huge, and I was very lucky that there are no CCTV cameras on every corner. Then, I would have no chance of escaping at all… – Here she is! – the man shouted, shooting me in the back. Abruptly turning the corner, I began to look for options on how to get out of here. The initial withdrawal plan failed miserably, and plan "B" did not work either. There was only one thing left. Improvise. Running into the first room I came across, I took the remaining pistols out from under my dress and pressed myself against the wall. A second later, the door opens and five men run in. Some of them were very familiar to me, but I knew one very well. Mark Rayner. My old "buddy" and part-time right-hand man of Tom Hiddleston. The most important mafia on English soil. Who said that the mafia world is not small? – So you got caught! – Rayner grinned nastily, taking a few steps in my direction. The room I found myself in was small. And it seems to have been someone's office. The massive dark wood furniture fit perfectly into the interior of the gloomy estate. And also, it could serve as an excellent shelter from bandit bullets. Which I took advantage of. – Not yet, – I shouted, pulling the safety off my pistols and shooting at the men. A firefight began. Hiding behind a large wooden table, I tried to eliminate two guards at the entrance. There were few bullets left by the minute, as well as my chances of leaving this estate alive. And so, after a long five minutes, luck smiled on me, and the men fell to the floor, dead. There were three more left, but I didn't have any more bullets. There was silence in the room. – Kristina, you can't leave here. You better give up! – Mark's voice sounded deceptively pleasant and peaceful. Without saying anything, I checked the clips of the pistols, which turned out to be empty, and I sighed heavily. Of course, but what did I expect? Tossing the useless weapon aside, I looked around. The window behind me was barred with iron bars. There was no other way out, except through the door from this office. Exhaling, I decided to take a chance. – Okay, Mark, you got it! I give up! – I said, slowly getting up from my hiding place and raising my hands in the air. – Great, – Rayner grinned, looking at me. With a wave of his hand, ordering the guards to lower their pistols, Mark beckoned me to him. Slowly approaching the man, I grinned impudently. As they say: "Arrogance is the second happiness." – You shouldn't have gotten involved in this game, Kristina, – Mark said, looking me straight in the eye. – You'd better return the brooch. In a good way. And we'll split up peacefully. – Peacefully? Don't make me laugh. No, – lowering my hands, I looked at the two bandits who were watching me closely. – It's a pity that you're not on our side. You could have had everything you want, – the mafia man said, running his hand over my face. – With your brains and looks… – And if I want to go over to your side? – I whispered, leaning closer to Rayner's face. The distance between our faces was negligible, but it was just a game of provocation to weaken attention. To distract me from my next step. Throwing at my victim, who, in fact, was my hunter. – I'll be happy to announce you to the boss, – Mark whispered, barely touching my lips with his and looking straight into my eyes. I sharply hit the man in the solar plexus, and in one turn I was behind him. The difference in our height was small, which allowed me to easily strike the next "blow". Folding the fingers of one hand into the shape of a pistol, I pressed them against the back of the mafia. It was a bluff, but the game was worth it. After all, my life was on the line. – Beast, – Rayner hissed, freezing in my arms. – Either you let me go, or I'll shoot him! – I said calmly, grinning at the two guards. The men hesitated in surprise. And their backs were hunched with tension and anticipation of my next move. They were ready to shoot at any second, I had no doubt about that. But, after all, they also knew that I was an unpredictable player in this bloody game. – Boss? – one of the bandits said, looking from me to Mark. – Walk and don't make any sudden movements, – I whispered in the man's ear. – Otherwise, I'll fill your kidneys with lead. After taking a few steps to the door, I held Mark tightly by the neck, and with the other pressed against his side with a fictitious gun. All the time, the guards were watching my movements without stopping. – You're not going to get away with this so easily, – the mobster growled. – It's already gone, – I hissed into the man's ear, lifting my head up. As soon as I got to the door, I quickly ran out of the room. With all my strength, I rushed down the corridor, turned the corner and came across a staircase, it seems, leading to the exit. Well, it was necessary to study the estate plan more carefully! Going down the stairs, I found myself at a safe exit. Men's screams and gunshots could be heard from behind. Running out into the street, I ran through a small garden and found myself by the road. Jumping into a pre-parked car, I quickly started the car and abruptly pressed the gas pedal to the floor. In the side windows, I notice that men are standing on the road and shooting at my trail. Grinning, I accelerated, driving away from the estate towards a comfortable life.

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– Boss, we didn't manage to catch her, – Rayner said as calmly as possible, looking at the man sitting in the leather chair. From the tension and horror, the bandit's hands trembled slightly. And the pale lips were tightly compressed. He knew that this time the boss might not forgive him for this oversight. He had to stop Paige at all costs. After all, this is not the first time she has interfered or disrupted Hiddleston's plans. – Mark, – the mafia boss said deceptively calmly. – You promised me. And now, how many times is she tricking you?! Abruptly getting up from his chair, the man grabbed a revolver lying on the table and shot Mark right in the forehead. The bandit's body fell to the floor with a thud, and a scarlet pool of blood quickly began to form around his head. – If this happens again, I will personally kill you all! – the mobster shouted at the remaining two men, who stared in horror at the body of their dead boss. – Do you understand?! – Yes, boss! – the frightened bandits said in one voice. – Now get out! A second later, the man is left alone in his office. Wearily collapsing into a chair, the mafia boss rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wanted to give the brooch that Paige stole to his Italian friends as a sign of friendship, but the girl thwarted his plans again. – You shouldn't have interfered with my plans again, Kristina, – the mafioso whispered, looking at the revolver. – Very wrong. You're playing a dangerous game, Paige.

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As soon as I locked the door of my apartment, I let out a sigh of relief. I took off my shoes in the hallway and immediately went to the bathroom. I killed a few people today. Usually, I try to carry out my thefts without victims. But today was a particularly difficult case. My hands were shaking slightly, and I felt sick, my whole body seemed wooden. To look at my reflection in the mirror, I hit the glass with my fist. The mirror surface cracked plaintively, and small fragments pierced my arm. Painfully. You can't get used to it. Taking someone's life is disgusting. But, I had no other choice. It's either you or you. This is one of the main laws of the mafia world. After a quick shower and changing into loose clothes, I sat down on a chair, examining the brooch I stole today. The delicate jewelry work of one of the best craftsmen in England was now in my hands. The brooch was made of white gold and studded with various jewels, the amount of which exceeds ten million dollars. Getting up from the chair, I carefully put the jewelry in the box. Going to the window, I looked out at the street, where the lanterns and various signs had already lit up. Opening the window, I breathed in the cool September air and grinned. – One point in my favor, Hiddleston.