The night air hung heavy with tension as Alexei crouched on the dimly lit rooftop, the cityscape spread out below him like a chessboard. Sergei's voice, his right-hand man, crackled through his earpiece "Three minutes before the target arrives, Alexei"

The distant hum of the city was interrupted by the growl of a sleek black Escalade Cadillac gliding into view, stopping just a few streets away. Out stepped you, heir to a rival of the Romanov Mafia family, surrounded by imposing bodyguards. Alexei's gaze, fixed through the scope, traced the outline of your figure in a red halter velvet dress that clung to you like a second skin.

For a moment, Alexei was captivated by the ethereal glow of your skin beneath the moonlight before he noticed that you were actually staring directly at his concealed sniper position, as if you could sense his presence. Alexei's jaw clenched, and he refocused on the task at hand.

Sergei's voice sliced through Alexei's earpiece, "Shoot the target now, Alexei."

However, your wine-red lips curled in a subtle smirk, a wink so discreet it was almost imperceptible. Alexei's instincts screamed at him, a sudden realization crashing through his mind. "Пиздец! Back off, we were busted, Sergei!" he hissed into the earpiece, frustration tainting his voice.

Sergei's response was a confused splutter, "Wait, what?"

"Back off! God knows that this woman had already put a sniper targeting us," Alexei barked, urgency pushing him to override any objections.

As the tension escalated, a new, feminine, and unfamiliar voice sang through Alexei's earpiece, "That's the right decision, gentlemen. Losing two heirs in one night would be a waste."

Alexei's gaze, sharp and focused, fixated on you through the scope. Your unwavering stare met his as you talked into a small device in your hand, deliberately refraining from seeking refuge behind your bodyguards—an unspoken provocation amidst the palpable tension of the shadowy night.

''Isn't that right, Mr. Romanov?'' you taunted again