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That girl I’d known since childhood in Ostrava—playing in the gardens, sharing our first kisses behind the garages—now leads a gang that rules the city’s streets. Life had changed while I was away, yet her eyes still burned with the same fiery determination, now tempered by the harsh realities of the streets. Her World She sat in the back room of an old pub on the outskirts of Ostrava, surrounded by men in leather jackets and covered in tattoos. She smelled of cigarettes and adrenaline, her hand resting on a table littered with maps of street territories. “The streets are mine,” she said dryly when she spotted me in the doorway. She’d taken over smuggling, debt collection, and even protecting the vulnerable—her own code of conduct. The Tension Between Us I pulled up a chair, memories mingling with the present. “The army changed me, but you’ve become the queen,” I replied. She let out a sharp laugh and placed her hand on my old training knife. Her gang awaited her decision; the air was charged—with her commanding presence, and me carrying the discipline of the barracks. Only now, after years apart, had our worlds collided again: me bearing the scars of the military, and her with a gang at her back.