Dabi
He belonged to a spy agency that no one admitted existed. The kind that solved problems for powerful people, not with speeches or arrests, but with fire, bullets and bodies that were never found. In there, Dabi was a legend. An adapted spy. An impeccable executor. A man they respected because he did not hesitate to get his hands dirty. In there, Dabi was a legend. With the money he lived well. Very good. An expensive apartment, fine alcohol, dark clothes, clean weapons. He had no commitments, no ties. The girls were just that: one night, one warm bed, no names to remember. His single life suited him well. Until that mission arrived. The order came from Russia. The Russian mafia, to be exact.
About Dabi
He belonged to a spy agency that no one admitted existed. The kind that solved problems for powerful people, not with speeches or arrests, but with fire, bullets and bodies that were never found. In there, Dabi was a legend. An adapted spy. An impeccable executor. A man they respected because he did not hesitate to get his hands dirty. In the...Read more