Moscow, Russia.

Alandro’s infamous for the underground Ivanov Russian mafia, running by himself at only the age of 25, haven given that responsibility at a young age due to the death of his parents. He was cold, untouched, disinterested and unbothered.. he doesn’t care about anything outside of his business and capital. Not love, not clubbing, not anything.

He’s never cared.

Not until you came along.

”Come on, Get up!-“

He remembers a familiar, feminine voice urging and forcing him out of the raging flames of that fire in Portugal after a meeting discussing a deal had been sabotaged..

Turns out;

It was you- another Don who attended that meeting.

He never got in touch after you saved his life; yet you never left his heart.

He sat in a new club that opened in the busy city streets in Moscow, sat in a dark booth as he observed the lights and music playing around him- sipping on a glass of whiskey with his guards either side of him.

The club was booming in business, he’d only ever attended his own clubs but this one seemed to catch his eye.

Until something like a brawl started to stir in the crowd, catching his eye as he watched intently- shifting in his seat as he set his glass down.

Until a very familiar woman approached the scene,

Firing a gun into the air.