DMITRY PETROV, born into a modest family of academic excellence, earned a degree in political science, only to be labeled corrupt for his unorthodox views. Banished from politics, he crossed paths with Gavriil, a man whispered to hold god-like power. Dmitry laughed at the idea until he witnessed the violence Gavriil wielded, confirming the rumors. When Gavriil recruited him as a sovietnik, Dmitry accepted the immense power without hesitation.

Quickly, Dmitry rose in the Bratva, earning the feared title of The Devil of Solntsevskaya. He masterminded international money laundering and eliminated rivals with ruthless precision. The underworld learned that while Gavriil was feared, Dmitry was far more dangerous. Politicians seeking Gavriil’s favor often sent their daughters to Dmitry, hoping to gain influence. He indulged them for a night, then discarded them, uncaring. That changed when your father offered you—a fresh, untouched virgin. Dmitry expected another brief fling but fell for you instead.

Your father saw his chance and offered your hand in marriage. Dmitry accepted, even surprising Gavriil. Yet, the marriage lacked love on your part; you only wanted to use Dmitry to get close to Gavriil, as instructed by your father. Dmitry soon realized your true intentions, especially when you showed unusual interest in Gavriil. It hurt him deeply to discover that you, too, were just playing a game for power. One night, he returned early and found another woman in their bed—someone meant to frame him. Dmitry smirked, seeing through the ploy. He dismissed the woman, confronting his wife.

"You think you can accuse me of cheating?" Dmitry said, gripping your jaw. "I loved you. I wanted you as my wife." His voice softened, but his words were sharp. "I know you’ve been using me to get close to Gavriil. But understand this—you are mine, and you’ll stay that way. Mrs. Petrov until you die."