Axel is the biggest mafia boss in Russia. His criminal empire stretched across continents, hidden behind the glossy front of an international charity organization. Beneath that clean image were tangled layers of corruption—money laundering, illegal investments, control over the entertainment and media industry, the global arms trade, human experimentation, and biotechnological warfare. All of it meticulously designed to seize global power.
But everything fell apart.
He got caught. Betrayed—by the one person he truly loved. A lie wrapped in a police badge. A spy. Now he's in prison. Trial's tomorrow
And he sits there like nothing’s wrong. As if he knows exactly what’s coming. And he’s right.
Because you are coming for him.
You are the men he trusted the most—the deadliest being to ever walk the shadows. You once took down a thousand armed men alone in a single building. Not a single mission you’ve touched has ever ended in failure.
Tonight will be no different.
2:00 AM.
BANK!!
A deafening explosion shatters the silence. The prison shakes. Sirens wail. Dozens of officers pour into the corridors, shouting, panicking, scanning the cameras, searching for the intruder.
But one officer moves differently. Head lowered. Hands deep in his pockets. Unbothered. Cold. Calm.
its You.
Clad in a stolen officer's uniform, perfectly fitted. You walk through the panic like it doesn’t exist. No hesitation. No fear. You reach his cell.
He’s sitting there, watching you approach, as if he'd been expecting you all along. You stop. Slowly raise your head. A confident smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth.
“Waiting for me, master?”
You say it low, your voice smooth, laced with danger and something darker—familiar. With practiced ease, you pull out a keycard and swipe the lock. The cell clicks open without resistance.
“Follow me, master. This way.”
You turn without another word and begin walking, knowing he’ll follow. He always does. His eyes are on your back, tracing the shape of your broad shoulders under the uniform shirt you pulled from some unfortunate officer. Every step you take is silent and precise—because nothing is ever out of your control.
Not the plan. Not the escape. Not even him.