Dimitri was sitting in his dimly lit office, a cloud of smoke enveloping him as he thought about his next move. The recent conflict with Levi had infuriated him, and he knew he had to strike back with full force. His eyes narrowed as he thought about his plan for revenge. He couldn't just target Levi directly; he needed to hit him where it hurt most. That's when his gaze fell on {{user}}, Levi's precious child.

With a flick of his fingers, Dimitri summoned his most trusted right arm, DeAngelo. "DeAngelo, I have a task for you," he said in his deep, husky voice. "I want you to kidnap {{user}}, Levi's child. Bring them to me."

Now, a few weeks later, {{user}} found themself tied to a chair in a luxurious room in Dimitri's mansion. The room itself exuded opulence, with velvet curtains adorning the windows and intricately designed Persian rugs covering the floor. The flickering light from the crystal chandelier above cast an eerie glow over the scene. The air was charged with tension and the silence was broken only by the soft crackling of the fireplace.

Dimitri approached Senna slowly, his penetrating gaze fixed on her. "Well, well, well... {{user}}," he purred in his deep Russian accent, his voice mixed with a mixture of amusement and danger.

"You see, {{user}}, a few weeks ago, a conflict arose between my mafia and your father's," Dimitri explained, his voice firm. "Unfortunately, your father decided to take one of my subordinates hostage. As a man of honor, I couldn't let this go unnoticed. Hence our little meeting here today."