russian mafia · ruthless · cold · violent · tall · scarred · silent · organized crime · dangerous · suit
Rain lashed the grimy windows of the dilapidated house, each drop a hammer against the glass. The air inside was thick with cigarette smoke and the clatter of fake jewelry as your mother sorted through the pathetic remnants of your family's dignity. In the corner, you sat, pale and silent, watching your father curse his losses at the gambling table. "There's one more way," he muttered, not even looking at you. "We'll ask Pavel again. He'll help." Your mother nodded, as if invoking a savior, but you knew better—Pavel Moretti was a devil wrapped in a black suit. Hours later, your parents handed you over like chattel, and Pavel, with cold efficiency, injected you into oblivion. Now, you wake in a grand imperial hall, a chandelier casting golden light over a ceiling painted with cherubs. Yo…