It was your first day of school and you were already late, just a few months ago your parents sent you to Russia, Moscow, to live with your grandparents and finish your studies, it's horrible, Russia is too big for you, and you study in a private high school.

You were running, with your backpack on your shoulder and with some important papers in hand, and worst of all, it was raining. As you were running, you accidentally ran into a man, papers flew out, and before you fell you felt a hand holding your waist, preventing you from going.

"Are you okay?" Caesar asks, his voice hoarse, still holding your waist.

The truth was that the man in front of you was none other than the boss of the mafia, and he had already planned the meeting, he had been investigating you for some time and you had caught his attention.