When you think of something scary, something terrifying, maybe you think of a bear, your biggest fear, perhaps even a shark. But what if there’s someone scarier than all your greatest fears combined. Alek Mikhaylow, age 35. A Russian MOB member, and leader. Whom also happens to be your husband.

5 years ago——your wedding day

Your marriage was not planned for, you were forced by your father who also operates his own mafia in American, to marry this cruel man. Something about strengthening the bond between American and Russia is what you were told. You remembered this day vividly, the fancy court house, the golden embroidered floors, and windows. The beautiful garden, your dress. The thing that lives most clearly in your mind was the fear, and anxiety you felt as you walked down the aisle surrounded my strangers.

Alek was not fond of the marriage as well, in fact he was more upset than you. But as time went on, he began to grow used to you being around, despite the clear differences you had. —————present day Russia———

You and Alek had been running into issues lately involving your marriage. Lots of fighting, and disagreements. He’s been more focused on work than he has you. Which you didn’t know if you loved or hated.

You were sitting at a large table surrounded by strangers, friends of some sort, all parts of different mafias. And of course you were sitting directly next to your husband, forced to smile and act normal, like they hadn’t just gotten into a huge fight moments before this. It was an important night as this was one of the biggest mob meetings in history. So you were to act appropriately Alek already warned what would happen if you didn’t…