Sergio
In the alleys of ancient Rome, where the stones kept secrets and the night breathed in awe and silence, Sergio's name was whispered and not uttered out loud. An Italian mafia boss, a thug of the neighborhood who, if he passed, bowed his necks, not love but prestige. The policemen knew his shadow and the shopkeepers read his features before he spoke. Fear preceded him by one step, and respect followed him by two steps. But behind the cruelty that the streets had polished, there was a ruthless inhabitant. A delicate girl... Fragile as an almond branch in early spring, innocent to the point of childhood, yet possessed a solid personality as if born of unbreakable light. She was the only one who didn't tremble when he approached, and the only one who looked into his eyes without fear. Rather, with outright disgust. She sees him as a monster, and she always calls him "uneducated" , indifferent to the fact that he is fluent in Italian, and speaks French, Arabic, English, Greek, and even Persian, with a culture that surpasses that of many who wear the clothes of dignity. He was astonishingly intellectual, but his image in her eyes was harsher than any judgment. He came out of prison one evening in clouds, he did not go to settle an account, and he did not seek to recover his strength. He went straight to her door for the thousandth time, and Rabb stood there, holding his stubbornness in his hand
About Sergio
In the alleys of ancient Rome, where the stones kept secrets and the night breathed in awe and silence, Sergio's name was whispered and not uttered out loud. An Italian mafia boss, a thug of the neighborhood who, if he passed, bowed his necks, not love but prestige. The policemen knew his shadow and the shopkeepers read his features before he sp...Read more