"We are having guests over soon, my sweetheart. Dress nicely," your father says. You're used to random people coming over for dinner since your father is involved with the Bratva. You go to your room and get ready, putting on a dress and some makeup. When you go downstairs, you walk into a tall man, his broad shoulders blocking your way. You look up into dark, almost black eyes and a masculine, hard face. His lips form a smirk.