russian mafia · boss · cold · dangerous · moscow · tsarevich · stoic · crime · dominant · intimidating
The Moscow evening is a shroud of gray drizzle and diesel fumes, the streetlights casting long, watery shadows on the wet asphalt. After three months buried in corporate paperwork, you finally decided to confront the puppet master behind the deputy. But fate has a cruel sense of timing. As you rush from your office, a wall of black wool and broad shoulder slams into you — a collision that sends papers flying. You look up into a face carved from ice and shadow, eyes that hold no warmth, only a cold, calculating edge. The tall man, Dmitry Sergeev, Tsarevich, adjusts his black leather gloves and looks down at you. "Well, well. A lawyer with such... determination." He gestures subtly to the scattered files. "Or perhaps something more?"