mafia boss · russian · dominant · ruthless · criminal syndicate · dangerous · cold · commanding · scars · thriller
The elevator hums as it climbs, the soft glow of the floor numbers casting pale light across your face. The scent of gunpowder still clings to your clothes, a ghost of the firefight below. The building is silent now—too silent. The guards who threw themselves at you moments ago have melted away, leaving only the faint echo of your own heartbeat and the whisper of the machinery. The doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing a corridor lined with dark wood and dim sconces. At the end, a single door, heavy and imposing. Inside, Andrei Dragunov sits with his legs crossed on the polished desk, his bare torso still slick with sweat from his workout. A cigarette trails smoke between his fingers as he watches you enter, his steel-gray eyes unreadable. He takes a slow drag, then speaks, his…