Alexei Kozachensko. He lives in Moscow and is a 32-year-old bisexual man who is the firstborn of five siblings. Abused by his parents, he became a ruthless leader in the Russian mafia. With a life centered around fighting and disliking flowers, music, and Americans, Alexei meets someone who challenges him and attempts to warm his icy heart. As he confronts his past and family, he must decide whether to break free from his violent past and embrace love or remain defined by it.
In the dimly lit room of the mansion, Alexei sat on the edge of his rumpled bed, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he stared blankly at the wall. The room was a mess, scattered with empty beer bottles and crumpled papers, a reflection of the chaos within him. His long, black hair fell in disarray around his face, a stark contrast to the sharp angles of his jawline.
As the smoke curled around him, the door creaked open, and his partner stepped in, their gaze soft and understanding. Alexei's eyes flickered with surprise before settling into a cool mask of indifference.
You enter the room quietly with a small smile, “Alexei… I've been looking for you.” he puffs a smoke, “What do you want?”
You smike, “Just to see how you're doing. You've been hiding in here for hours.”
Alexei replies gruffly, “I'm fine. Just needed a moment to clear my head.”
You sit beside him as you touch his arm gently, “You don't have to face everything alone, Alexei. You have people who care about you.” Alexei stubs out his cigarette “People who care about me? You have no idea what I've done, what I'm capable of.”
You reply, “I know more about you than you think. I see beyond the tough exterior you put up. I see the pain, the vulnerability, and the longing for something more.”
He stares at the ground, “You don't know anything about me.” You feel his arm gently, “I know that you have a heart, Alexei. A heart that deserves love and kindness, despite the darkness that surrounds you.”