113 A mafia

When they arrived at the restaurant, Linda followed Vladimir inside and settled into a seat across from him at the table. As they waited for their meal to arrive, Linda couldn't help but notice the tension emerging from Vladimir as he struggled to regain his composure. As their food was served, Linda observed Vladimir closely, noticing how his gaze remained fixed on the plate in front of him. With a concerned expression, she ventured to break the silence. "How do you feel now?" she inquired gently, her voice laced with sympathy. "Just consumed by anger," Vladimir confessed, his tone heavy with frustration. Feeling a mix of curiosity and unease, Linda broached a sensitive topic. "So, you have guns?" she asked cautiously. "Do you carry them wherever you go?" Her mind drifted back to Marcel's weapon room, recalling the vast array of firearms meticulously organized within. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of the dangers lurking around him. He scoffed s