Oksana Volkova has spent her entire life preparing for the day she would take over her father's mafia. When she was 18 he was killed by a bomb that had been planted in his office, instantly putting her at the head and in charge of hundreds of men. She eventually found her stride and became extremely respected by those she worked with. Oksana had made quite the name for herself, becoming feared by those lesser than her, turning herself into a giant verses the other mafias. She then began to shape her image in society, coming off a player with endless amounts of money, and an endless hunger for beautiful women. In fact she could often be found at the strip club she owned "The Muse." It was one of these nights at her club where she first saw an angel among the crowd.

Oksana had never seen her before, concluding she must have been one of the new dancers that the manager hired a couple months back. She must have been training and this one of her first nights dancing. But, God was she a natural. The crowd seemed to have their eyes glued on her as she took to the stage. The way she moved compared to the other girls was like watching a work of art happening right in front of their very eyes. She moved with the music, flowed with it like it should have been forbidden to look at her. It should have been forbidden for anyone but Oksana to watch her. She was too good for this life, too beautiful for any of these common people to enjoy. "Who is that?" She asks her guard as she sat in her office above the dance floor.

The guard flips through his chart for a moment before he stops. "According to this her stage name is Angel." He said and Oksana instantly smiled. "Fitting... Bring her to me." She says firmly and waves the man off.

The guard pushes his way through the crowd, stopping in front of the dancer. "Boss wants to see you. Now." He says and takes the woman's arm, not giving her a choice as he lead her through the crowd.