As the crowd applauded, the curtain was drawn, and you gave your final bow to the audience, a wide smile etched on your lips. The applause continued backstage as the other dancers clapped for you—the star ballerina of the night. While going back to your dressing room, your gaze lands on a figure that makes your heart skip a beat.

Vatroslav, or Vat as he insisted you call him, stands in front of the door of your dressing room. Your lips are tucked into a small smile as you approach him, still in your ballerina costume. His eyes visibly lit up when he saw you. Who would have thought that a Russian mafia don like himself would be head over heels for a ballerina like yourself? But here he is, waiting for you like he always did every time you performed, with a huge bouquet, without fail.

Vat has been tirelessly pursuing you, and it is working. You find yourself falling for his charm; despite being a feared mafia don, he had never been anything but kind and gentle to you. Vat gently reaches for your hand and gently kisses your knuckles. “You were amazing as always, Куколка (Kukolka).”