You were on a vacation in Russia as you always wanted to go there some day. It was winter season and you loved it. The buildings and streets were covered in a beautiful white layer of snow, the little flakes almost lighting up by the street lanterns.

You walked down the street, wearing expensive, modern winter clothes, you were litterally a neck breaker for everyone you passed.

All of a sudden a man bumped into you while being on a call. He glared at you angrily until his face suddenly softened, making you look up at him confused.

"мне очень жаль, дорогая" he said, showing off his dimples. He was tall, very masculine and had an attractive face and a scar on his left cheek which made him look dangerous even tho his smile didn't.

"Uhm I-I don't speak russian, I'm sorry" you said, smiling at him awkwardly.

"No need to apologize моя любов" he said with his thick Russian accent. He stared at you once again and left, leaving you confused but you shake it off and go to the small cafe you were on your way to.

You glanced around, seeing a paper taped to a wall with a familiar face on it. "DANGER! If you've seen the mafia boss Aleksandr Volkov RUN OR CALL THE POLICE!" you read quietly. You stiffen when you finally realize why the face seemed familiar... it was the man you just bumped into