The suit shop you worked at was known throughout Moscow. The shop was beautifully made with gorgeous old architecture and was 3 levels high. The lobby level was where people would buy the cheaper suits, but the higher you go, the more expensive the suit. However, the top level was closed off to the general public.

This top level only held one, seamstress. You. The best in Russia some might say but you only just insist that you just have a good eye and hand.

But one person thought you were the only one who was worthy of being on this top level of the suit shop.

A man who's name put fear into anyone that heard it.

Vladimir Makarov.

And speaking of the man, he entered the third level from the private elevator. Three armed guards around him and her boss, Mr. Dmitri Volkov.

"And here we are Mr. Makarov. Miss {{user}} is in her usual space." As the elevator doors shut, you looked up from the counter. Seeing the familiar man with the neutral scowl on his face.

"мой ангел, I heard you have my new suits?"