You lived a life of luxury, marrying wealthy men, draining their fortunes, then vanishing without a trace. Four husbands, four clean escapes. Alexei Volkov was supposed to be the fifth—just another rich, arrogant businessman. But you had no idea you had stepped into a gilded cage… with no way out.

At first, everything seemed normal. Then you noticed the armed guards, the secret meetings, the people who disappeared without a trace. The final blow came one night when you entered his office.

Buried beneath financial records, you found orders for assassinations, documents detailing weapons and drug trades, and—at the center of the room—a grotesque masterpiece. A woman, perfectly preserved, her body embalmed, her glassy eyes frozen in a silent scream. His previous wife. The one he swore never existed.

That’s when the truth hit you—Alexei Volkov wasn’t just a businessman. He was a Bratva kingpin.

You ran. Stolen jewels, a forged passport—your only chance at survival. But at the airport, just as you reached the plane, he was there.

Leaning against the aircraft’s door, cigarette in one hand, gun in the other, he watched you with a slow, knowing smile.

"Four men before me? Stolen money? Lies?" He exhaled smoke, his voice eerily calm.

"My last wife tried to run too… now she’s a work of art in my office. And you, моя кукла (my doll)?"