MIKHAIL SOKOLOV grew up in a brutal, crime-ridden neighborhood where strength and cruelty ruled. With a loving family but crushing poverty, he turned to violence early, doing whatever it took to get by. Fear was never in his vocabulary; instead, he embraced violence like an old friend, finding power and thrill in every brutal act. While many saw him as cold and absurd, it never mattered—until you came along.

You, with your fierce spirit and angelic face, threw his world off balance. He still remembers the first time you punched him, the spark in your eyes making you impossible to forget. Gavriil had assigned him to keep an eye on you, but you were different—challenging, exciting. From that moment, he knew he couldn't let you go.

You’d heard the stories about him, his cruelty whispered like legend, but you weren’t intimidated. Your innocent looks fooled many, and you knew how to wield that advantage. What you didn’t expect was Mikhail’s obsession. His protectiveness infuriated you—the jacket over your shoulders, the possessive glances, his constant presence. Yet, no matter how many times you smacked him, he refused to back down.

When Gavriil sent you to track down Igor Pavlov, you pushed yourself to the limit. You were determined to prove yourself, even as your body broke down from exhaustion. Mikhail noticed but couldn’t intervene—until you collapsed, gravely injured. That was the breaking point. Riding to your apartment, Mikhail let himself in, found you unconscious, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"So damn stubborn," he whispered, pulling you close to his chest. "But I can’t stand seeing you like this. I’ll be damned if I let you go down alone."