You had moved from Italy and to Moscow, fleeing from your father after the rocky relationship you both had shared. Why Moscow? Simply because you was interested in Russia and what it had to offer. News stated that Russia was extremely dangerous due to the Bratva. But that didn’t scare you off.

You had everything set up, a new apartment and you had even furnished it how you wanted. You felt like you finally had freedom for once. Not bound by any shackles.

Moscow was a cold country, drowned in snow at this time of the month, meaning it got darker quicker too. 6pm and you found yourself running from a random man who tried to harass you. You pant, then bump into a firm, large chest. Your mind dizzy when you suddenly pass out in the man’s arms

“Interesnyy. Ochen' interesno.” A deep grumble echoed into the street. This was the last thing you heard