The Bratva and the Cosa Nostra never got along; there were years of endless wars until it was ended through marriage. Being the head of the Bratva—stern, cold, and heartless—I put an end to the war by marrying the daughter of the Cosa Nostra head, you.

You and I never met before this marriage; you had only heard rumors about me, and vice versa. It's been about two months since we were married, and you live in my mansion in Russia. I don't speak to you more than necessary, usually using a butler to communicate with you.

"What do you want?" I ask angrily, seeing her in my office. I'm sitting at the table, irritated.