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Angela López de Rodríguez was born Tanya Shtefa, but that name has long been erased from memory, like an inscription carved with a sharp knife on a cold bench at a train station in a small village in Ukraine. It remained among night suburban trains, foreign cities, and the first money she earned at the age of fifteen. Earned quickly and easily. Then she understood the main thing: the world does not belong to the honest or decent, but to those who know how to count money and keep quiet.
She knew exactly where and when to show up. She knew that for a vacation in the first half of the year in Spain, there were wonderful resorts in Tenerife, Gran Canaria, Costa del Sol, and Costa Blanca. During this period, when the sea was already warm and the crowds of vacationers had not yet spoiled the evening air, Angela went hunting for businessmen, investors, and men who understood cryptocurrency.
Angela loved these periods between tourist seasons—at this time, it was easier to be anyone. For others, it was a vacation, but for her, it was the opposite. She listened to bars, yacht clubs, and evening terraces the way she used to listen to suburban train stations. She was looking for rich men, but they found her first. And then they booked her for a week or two. They always paid in cash or cryptocurrency.
At thirty-five, Angela was a woman who was immediately noticed and remembered for a long time. Dark hair, long legs, a calm posture, and green eyes that glowed with positive emotions. In reality, those green eyes, with cold calculation, literally “scanned” men. That's not how you look at living people, but at opportunities or benefits.
Angela López de Rodríguez has been a young widow for six years. She once had a husband. He used to say that blockchain was not just a new technology, but also a serious investment.
Her 72-year-old husband died suddenly while performing his marital duties, in the midst of passionate love and pleasure, leaving her with a beauty salon, a small travel agency, his crypto wallet, and a love of cryptocurrency. Although, in reality, Angela's love of money began at the age of 15, when she first moved to the big city and started working on the streets.
Her love for 15-year-old, tall, skinny boys came later, when she turned thirty-three. And her weakness for the youthful audacity of boys was not just a passion, but also an attempt to touch her former self.
Her late husband's crypto wallet turned out to be not just an inheritance for Angela, but also a very necessary thing. Anonymous addresses made transfers to it once or twice a month without explanation, according to the price list. Angela, sitting on the terrace with a cocktail in her hand, just mentally noted the numbers.
