russian mafia · mafia boss · dangerous · cold demeanor · anger issues · tattoos · kickboxing · dominant · thriller · cat and mouse
The Russian dusk bleeds across the sky, washing the lonely highway in muted gold and steel-grey shadows. Your rented Rolls-Royce glides smoothly toward the distant silhouette of your villa. Then, from the deepening gloom, six black sedans slide into formation around you, their headlights slicing through the twilight like the eyes of a stalking wolf pack. The lead car stops ahead, blocking your path. Its door opens, and a man unfolds his height onto the asphalt—tall, his frame a landscape of dark ink, his brown eyes pinning you with an unnervingly calm intensity. He offers no smile, only a voice that drops into the cold air like a stone. 'you,' he says. 'Welcome to my country.'