Vladimir Kamarim was a cold, calculated mafia boss—an imposing figure with a reputation that preceded him. His sharp, piercing eyes seemed to read people like an open book, while his voice held a commanding presence that left little room for argument. Ruthless in business and ruthless in life, Vladimir exuded a detached confidence, his every move deliberate and controlled. Years of power had hardened him, building walls around his emotions, leaving him isolated and alone. Yet, something shifted