Issue-1

2006, May 31st, early morning.

In a park in Mumbai, Maharastra, India.

"Coo~coo~"

Several fat wild pigeons screamed while searching for food on the grass.

"Sa~Sa~"

The leaves on the trees in the garden make a comfortable sound under the breeze.

"Uh..." But the human pain interrupted this beautiful picture.

A man woke up slowly from a bench in the park, frowning, as if his head hurt.

The man is taller than 1.8 meters, wearing expensive jeans and a white shirt, shoes and socks are long gone, barefoot. And has short black hair, sharp face and three-dimensional features. But the body is thin.

He opened his eyes with blue pupils, sat up in a daze, and looked around.

The benches pass through the center of the rectangular park. There are one-way streets in front and back, and morning runners pass by from time to time.

"Sniff, vomit..."

Immediately afterwards, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol from his body.

Then, a lot of memories started pouring into his mind.

The name of this body is Aman Bhosle just finished her nineteenth birthday, and went to the nightclub without telling her family and classmates.

The memories began to become intermittent due to drunkenness, and finally went dark until he now wakes up.

"It seems..."

Aman self-analyzed: "The previous person seemed to die suddenly caused by excessive drinking."

After learning of the cause of death, Aman did not stop reading his memory, but continued to remain silent.

　　...

The ancestors of his family were aristocrats who once ruled Maharasta State in the nineteenth century. Until the mid-twentieth century, the family's savings were very substantial.

But starting from his father, the family situation took a turn for the worse.

The Bhosle family, who originally owned dozens of factories and companies, because his father's Huo Huo only left a wood processing factory. And still owes land tax for two years.

This amazing father died of lung cancer two years ago, leaving behind hundreds of thousands of deposits and the only remaining sea view room.As for the former Aman?

Like my father, he spends countless money to enjoy life. But one thing he is better than his father is...

Aman succeeded in being admitted to the local business university, University of Mumbai, without relying on relationships and money.

But this guy is a typical playboy, and he never pays attention to exercise. Although the law in this province is to be considered an adult at the age of nineteen, as early as the age of fourteen, Aman tried everything he could.

Finally waited until he was nineteen years old, so he could drink in an open manner, of course, to have fun with his friends.

Then died.

Perfect interpretation, what is meant by no means you will not die. As for the mother's memory, she only knows she died due to dystocia, and she has no more impressions.

"Screech!!!"

A sudden slam of the brake was posted on the street opposite the bench.

"Huh?" This movement attracted Aman's attention.

I saw a black Mercedes-Benz car, parked at will on the side of the one-way street. The driving door opened and a strong man who was nearly two meters tall walked down.

The brawny man wore short-sleeved shorts and slippers, as if he was leaving home in a hurry. Due to age, my short hair and beard are mixed with a lot of white hair, and I have a small belly. There was an expression of anger and worry on his slightly wrinkled face.

Andrei Kapshkin Ostrovsky.

The moment Aman saw the other person, his name automatically came to his mind, and at the same time he inherited his emotions. Andrei is his only 'family'. Relatives without blood.

This long-named fighting clan old man, he was a member of the KGB training team when he was young, but fell into the Mafia after being discharged from the army due to injury. And was desperate and was rescued by Aman's grandfather to avoid the fate of death.

After Andre became the loyal bodyguard of the Bhosle family. Aman only remembers that his grandfather passed away when he was six or seven years old.

The father is not doing business all day, and he will definitely not care about the children. In the end, it was Andre who took care of his food, drink, and sleep. Andre was also picked up by Andre when he was going to school.

It seems to be a pitiful child who has no mother and an irresponsible father, and Andre particularly spoils Aman who is not a son. This also caused the former Aman to become like that.

In order to correct Aman, Andre can only do exhortation and instruction.It's a pity, it's useless.

However, when the Bhosle family began to fall to the present, the only one who stayed with Aman was Andre.

Andre walked quickly to Aman who was in a daze, pulled his left hand over his collar, and raised his right hand to give the kid a slap.

But I haven't been able to start for a long time.

"Hey…"

Andre finally sighed, let go of Aman, and exclaimed in accented English:

"I don't care about you when I go to the nightclub with my classmates, but you don't return home all night. Do you know how worried I am? what! Aman! "

After finishing speaking, Andre shook his head helplessly as if he had known that Aman would not change his life, he turned around and walked towards the car and said:

"Okay, come home with me."

"Huh? Yes."

After the supernatural Aman, hurriedly followed behind the other person and said: "I'm sorry, I won't be like this anymore."

Andre turned his head in a little surprise, and then said with a pleased smile: "You kid will talk about this too, get in the car."

"Yes." Aman responded and opened the door of the co-pilot and went in.

Andre also drove away from here before he was noticed by the police, and drove towards the sea.

Aman in the car, looking at the street scenery.

I think it's not bad to travel to this world.