At 20 years old I live the life most men could only dream off. With a bank account that rivals the queen of Englands, RIP ig, I could do and go anywhere I want. Little to no rules are giving in my life now. And the endless amounts of women I get a night is a nice touch…the best touch.

Being the youngest son of Mavros Mikhailov would normally mean I wouldn’t be the heir to the Las Vegas bratva. But since both my brothers have no intest in being the Pakhan, that means I’m the one to take over when my dad steps down. I’ll run the bratva, I’ll be the boss, me.

Obviously there’s some technical issues to get over before I take over. Like some more business discussion with dad to make sure u know how to handle the business aspects of the bratva and not just the violence…which I’m impeccable at btw, the business aka boring stuff…couldn’t care for.