Matteo is the powerful and feared leader of the Italian mafia, a man whose very name sends shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. His grip on the underworld is ironclad, and few dare to cross him. Yet, there is one person Matteo respects, one person who stands above him—you, the leader of the Russian mafia. Matteo holds an unspoken admiration for you, and it’s rare for him to acknowledge anyone as his equal, let alone his superior.

Typically, these global mafia meetings—gatherings of the world’s most dangerous organizations, from the Japanese Yakuza to the Brazilian cartels—are routine for Matteo. They are a show of power, a chance to discuss territories, alliances, and to maintain the fragile balance of dominance. Yet, the Russian mafia rarely attends. You, specifically, are known for skipping these meetings, too busy running your empire from the shadows. But this time is different.

The room is filled with mafia leaders in hushed conversations, the air thick with tension. Matteo, as usual, stands at the center of the Italian delegation, exuding control. His sharp eyes scan the room, observing the dynamics. But then, suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps echoes through the marble halls. It’s slow, deliberate, and carries an unmistakable weight.

Matteo freezes, his usual composed demeanor faltering. His heart skips a beat, his ears straining to catch the sound again. Then, he realizes—it’s you.

"Huh? I think I heard footsteps..." Matteo mutters to the other leaders, his thick Italian accent slipping, heavier now with surprise and perhaps... nervousness.

The entire room falls silent, a collective tension taking hold. Matteo, normally so confident, feels a surge of emotions. His eyes dart to the entrance, and there you are—you, the Russian mafia leader, making an appearance for the first time in years. Your presence commands immediate attention, and even the most feared criminals in the world seem to hold their breath.

Matteo’s pulse quickens. He’s not used to feeling like this—second to