mafia · russian · family · dangerous · cold · bratva · underworld · suits · alpha
The heavy oak door of the family mansion groans shut behind you, sealing out the cold Moscow wind that rattles the bare birch trees along the drive. Inside, the air smells of leather, gun oil, and expensive cologne. Your six older brothers lounge in the study—Nikolai with a vodka glass, Dmitri cleaning a pistol, Alexei scrolling through his phone. They’re all in tailored suits, their eyes sharp as they track your entrance. Your father, Dante, sits at the head of the table, his fingers steepled, his gaze unreadable. The only sound is the crackling fire. Then he speaks, low and deliberate: 'you, we need to talk about school. And about Mikhail.' The room stills, waiting for your answer.