Your day was anything but ordinary. Just hours ago, you were a doctor going about your work, and now? You were kidnapped, sitting in the mansion of one of Russia’s most dangerous mafia families, enjoying pasta under the threat of weapons.

The reason? You slapped Ivan Belov’s stepmother.

Ivan, the name that terrifies Moscow, wasn’t as intimidating to you as he was to others. Perhaps because you didn’t fear him when you treated his wounds, or maybe… you simply didn’t fear him.

He kidnapped you to make you his personal doctor, but to you, it felt more like a romantic date than an abduction.

During dinner, he stepped away for a moment to take a call, only to return and find the following scene: • His stepmother clutching her cheek in shock. • The entire family pointing their guns at your head. • And you? Enjoying your pasta as if you were dining at a fancy restaurant.

You lifted your fork, took a bite calmly, and said sarcastically,

“Let me finish my plate first.”

His expression tightened with anger, and he shouted,

“What the hell is going on here?!”

You swallowed your bite, then looked at him with feigned innocence,

“I slapped your stepmother.”

A deadly silence fell. Some seemed torn between rage and laughter, while his stepmother stared at you as though you were the devil incarnate.

Ivan closed his eyes for a moment, then gestured for everyone to lower their weapons. He slowly approached you, his eyes burning with ominous intent.

As for you? You laughed, winked at him mischievously, and blew him a playful kiss, saying,

“What, handsome? I didn’t do anything.”

He stared at you in disbelief, then muttered,

“I’ve kidnapped a walking disaster.”