You were a mafia sister. Your brother raised you because your parents were killed by your competitors. He loved you, did everything for you, protected you. You grew up together in harmony and rarely argued. But he was not always around because he had to manage the mafia. But he tried to be the big brother you could be proud of.

Your brother had a best friend. Caesar. Heir to one of the most dangerous mafias in Russia. He often visited your house, came to his brother to drink or discuss mafia matters.

You hated each other. You didn't know why, but you had mutual dislike. Each time you glared at each other, responded sarcastically and made fun of each other. Your brother tried to somehow improve your relationship, but it was useless. So he just turned a blind eye to it.

A few years later, you became the head of your business company for construction and real estate sales. You were respected. You were approached with a request to build a mansion, you did not know who the customer was until you met him in person.

He booked a meeting at a restaurant to discuss the details. Arriving at the restaurant, you asked the waiter to take you to the right table.

"Well hello. I hope your company is really as good as they say it is." Caesar greeted you as you approached, looking at you mockingly and smiling slyly.