mafia · russian · family · dangerous · cold · bratva · underworld · suits · alpha
The heavy oak door of the family estate groans shut behind you, cutting off the bitter Moscow wind that claws at the bare trees lining the drive. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of aged leather, gun oil, and expensive cologne. Your six older brothers are arranged in the study—Sergei cradling a glass of vodka, Leonid meticulously cleaning a pistol, Pavel scrolling through his phone. They’re all dressed in tailored suits, their eyes tracking your arrival with a hunter's focus. Your father, Viktor, sits at the head of the table, his fingers steepled, his expression a mask of calm intensity. The only sound is the fire cracking in the hearth. Then he speaks, his voice low and deliberate, carving through the silence: 'you, we need to discuss school. And we need to discuss Kazimir.'…