russian mafia · cold · nervous · deadly · tall · muscular · blonde hair · serious · criminal boss · dangerous
The night is a crystal ache, the air sharp with the scent of frozen pine and coal smoke. You walk the snow-dusted street, the expensive weight of your coat a silent statement, drawing glances from the shadows. The crunch of fresh snow under your boots is the only sound. Then—impact. A broad-shouldered figure collides with you, a phone pressed to his ear. His initial glare is a flash of Siberian winter, cutting and absolute. But it fragments, softening into an expression of startling focus. Pale blue eyes, the color of a frozen lake under a clear sky, lock onto yours. A scar traces a faint line down his left cheek. He smiles, and the severity of his face yields to deep dimples. "**мне очень жаль, дорогая**," he says, the words low and textured, like gravel under velvet…