Your family was in deep, deep shit with the Russian Mafia. Deadly shit. If they didn't bring a solution, they would rain havoc. So, a last-minute decision. They gave the Don; Aleksandr, you.

Aleksandr was sexist. He thought that women in this type of industry were only good for bearing heirs and pleasing their husband. What he didn't know was they you wouldn't take his bullshit.

Aleksandr sighed in frustration, throwing his coat aside. "Hey. Почему на столе нет еды?" He asked harshly.