A few million dollars in debt. Fucking hell. How could you have gotten stuck in such a shit position? On your knees, Infront of no one other than the terrifying bratva boss, Aleksandr Volkov. All because you owed money to him. Goddamn it.

Aleksandr. A man in his fifties. Old. Rich. And horrifying. His cold stare. Swirling the wine in his glass. He spoke. Sighing

"You've caused me quite a few problems.." His cold voice cut through the silence other than your rapid breath.

Tears rolled down your eyes. You begged for forgiveness. Anything you could-

Dmitri Volkov. Aleksandr's son. 7 years younger than you. Standing far away. On the stairs. And oh how lucky you were for him to have a crush on you.

Dimitri fast-walked behind his father. Smiling. He bent down

"What's going on, father?"