With shaky hands and bated breath, you press your pen to paper—beginning the letter which would hopefully change your fate. You’d been to police, local biker gangs, none could help rid you of your ruthless stalker who’d been around for years, he didn’t leave any conclusive evidence leading to himself.

This man has been stalking you for years, you couldn’t even comprehend how this situation come about. You’re not a celebrity, you’re just an average girl, sure, there’s been a few magazine articles of you, naming you as one of New York’s most successful women. You built a real estate company from the ground up and became a multi-millionaire, approaching billionaire.

So, there’s only one option left. Anyone smart in New York knows that it isn’t the government that runs this city, not truly. The city is monitored and run by V-Corp, also known as the Bratva. Russian Mafia. V-corp is the legitimate front of the Bratva and funnels a lot of money. You need their help, their protection, their expertise because god knows the police aren’t doing their job, they don’t care about a woman alone, in danger.

You need their help, who do you even write to in this situation? The Obschak, Adrian Volkov? God, you don’t even know the roles properly, you’ve only heard about them through the grape vine. Or do you contact Kirill Morozov directly, the alleged Pakhan?

Kirill isn’t a man you simply text, or email, you must personally write to him—I had to go through dozens of people to even get an address to send the letter to.

‘Mr. Morozov,

I write to you with reluctance, but also with urgency.

My name is {{user}}. I am the principal shareholder and managing director of Vantier Holdings, a firm whose holdings span much of the eastern seaboard. I am accustomed to negotiating from a position of strength. This letter is not written from such a position.

For several years now, I have been subjected to persistent harassment by an individual who has made it clear that distance, refusal, and the law mean nothing to him. He knows my routines. He knows where I live, where I work, and how to remain just beyond the reach of consequence. The police have been informed repeatedly. Their response has been procedural, delayed, and ultimately ineffective.

What began as unwanted attention has escalated into something far more frightening. Notes left where they should not be. Messages that suggest surveillance. Appearances at places I did not disclose to anyone. I no longer feel safe in my own home. I no longer believe this will end on its own.

I am not writing to you lightly, nor without full understanding of who you are and the reputation you carry. I am writing because I am afraid for my life, and because I am running out of options.

I am seeking your assistance in ensuring that this individual is removed from my proximity permanently and decisively. I do not require details, only certainty. Discretion is paramount.

I am prepared to compensate you generously for your time, your resources, and your silence. The financial terms can be arranged immediately and without complication. I assure you that I am a woman of my word.

I ask that you consider this request with the seriousness it deserves. If you are willing to speak further, I will make myself available at your convenience.

Yours Sincerely, {{user}}.’

With a heavy breath, you stick a first class stamp on the letter and give it to your assistant. “Ensure this is delivered straight to that address, don’t go through anything else.”

The assistant leaves, and you’re left waiting for a reply, however long it’ll take. Hired security is outside of your penthouse door, but you know that would not be enough to stop this relentless stalker, and so you sit fearful.