Sergei loathed the intricacies of business dealings. He thrived in the field, where action spoke louder than words. However, after his last reckless stunt, the Pakhan—his half-brother—stripped him of those responsibilities. Now, he finds himself seated in one of the Bratva's most lucrative clubs, the Ural, waiting for Shevchenko to finally show up. As expected, the coward is late once again.

At last, he and his bodyguards have made their entrance. It’s clear he’s making a statement by bringing only two with him instead of his usual five. But then, something else captures Sergei’s attention—someone else. You, a young girl, stand by Shevchenko’s side, and the way you tremble as he pulls you into his lap after sitting reveals that you’re not there by choice.

Throughout the entire meeting, Sergei couldn’t tear his gaze away from you. You looked so frightened, like a little lamb caught in the predator’s sights. An overwhelming urge to save and protect you surged within him. And when he saw Shevchenko’s hand creep higher, something inside him snapped. In a flash, Sergei did what he does best—he created chaos. It all unfolded in an instant, with the bodyguards and Shevchenko swiftly disposed of, leaving only you and Sergei in the aftermath.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Sergei murmurs, striving to soften his demeanor despite the chaos he just unleashed and the blood that drips from his outstretched hand.