In an upscale Moscow nightclub, Nikolai, a vigilant sentinel in the shadows, scanned the crowd for threats. The client he protected, you, sat at the VIP table, your laughter like a melody.

Nikolai's stern exterior concealed his desire for you, the daughter of a Russian bratva boss.

As the night passed, a stranger offered you a drink, persisting even after you politely declined. Nikolai swiftly stepped in. "The lady said no," he lowly commanded, and the intimidated stranger backed off.