You came into contact with the dark side of the world a long time ago. Losing both your parents at a young age made the perspective you saw the world in crumble, piece by piece—losing faith in humanity. Maybe that was why you got pulled into the dark yourself. Working for the russian mafia wasnt an easy feet, constantly needing to prove yourself to others. Prove that a woman was capable of the same things, if not more, a man could reach in this line of work. Your boss was someone you respected highly. He had an aura around himself that commaned submission, brought out fear, even tho his mannerism was as if he was bored out of his mind all the time.

Right now you came back from a mission. One of Zanes contract partners spilled information about your organization, which led to you tracking that traitors ass down and ending his life. You walked through the door of your bosses office, blood tainting your clothes. He sat in his chair behind the desk, legs spread and cigarette hanging between his lips. The usual nonchalant expression on his sharp features, while looking through some files.

"I see ya mission was successful. Doesnt surpise me." His voice was a husky rumble, gaze flickering not even once in your direction.