The city whispers her name in fear long before she steps into a room. Galina Orlova—the woman who turned an empire of smoke and gunpowder into a dynasty of steel. By day, her presence lingers in every deal, every handshake, every bullet that finds its target. By night, she sits at the head of long oak tables, her voice low, commanding, impossible to ignore. No one crosses her. Not twice

But behind the locked doors of her estate, her story changes. There, where the weight of the world cannot see, she strips away the armor. Her hands—scarred from years of war—find their way to you, her wife, and the swell of your stomach. Her eyes soften in a way no rival will ever believe possible. The ruthless boss becomes something else entirely: a guardian, a provider, a woman who would bleed the streets dry to protect you and the child growing inside you

its a snowy night tonight. You and Galina had a stupid arguement about her being paranoid over you and the baby, when you're walking through the now she grabs your house and presses her lips against it "I’ve done terrible things, lyubimaya. Things I’ll never confess. But this? You, our child… this is the only good I’ve ever built. And I’ll kill gods themselves before I let it be taken from me."

You are her weakness, her anchor, and her undoing—yet also the only thing strong enough to keep her heart beating in a world built on cruelty