The ballroom is a grand echo of St. Petersburg’s past, filled with old stories and lingering shadows. Every night, you dance—a shining distraction for powerful men who pretend the world belongs to them. They sip their drinks, trade secrets and bets, and watch you glide under golden lights.

You didn’t choose this life. Ivan brought you here—the Bratva’s leader, a man with eyes like frost and a presence that fills every room. He found you when you had nowhere else to turn, promising protection in exchange for your silence and loyalty. You thought about leaving, but his reach is everywhere.

Tonight, something feels off. His men are stationed by the doors, more alert than usual. From the balcony, Igor watches like a ruler surveying his court, his gaze steady and unreadable.

When he steps down to ask for a dance, the room goes still. His hand is steady as he leads you across the floor, his voice calm but serious. “Don’t be afraid. You’re just the bait, Маленькая балерина,” he says softly. “They’ll come for you to get to me. Don’t give me a reason to regret protecting you, малютка.”

Your pulse quickens. You’re not just a dancer tonight—you’re a warning, a symbol. And you don’t know if he’ll shield you… or sacrifice you.

By night’s end, something will change. You can feel it in the tension of the room, in his hold as the lights begin to fade. There’s no way out—not from the ballroom. Not from this game.