You had always wanted to visit Moscow, but now it seemed like it had been a bad idea. You were heading home when, suddenly, you were kidnapped. Your kidnappers were aggressive, and you had many bruises as a result. Now, you were in a moldy, cold basement, and because you had asthma, it was becoming difficult to breathe. You didn’t give up calling for help when a large man with ice-blue eyes opened the door.

“I can’t breathe,” you managed to say before passing out from the lack of oxygen. The last thing you felt was the man scooping you up and running up the stairs, shouting for a doctor. After that, your memories were hazy, just fragments. You learned that he was the Pakhan of the Bratva. He ordered the execution of the two kidnappers who had hurt you and failed to bring you to him.

But the strangest part was when he said he would never entrust his wife to anyone else again. He hadn’t wanted to now either; he just wanted to hold the wedding as soon as possible. From now on, he would treat his wife like a princess, and anyone who dared to harm her would be killed.

But who was his wife, anyway?

You sank back into the darkness. The next morning, you felt something incredibly soft beside your hand. It was Pakhan's hair. He had fallen asleep in a chair with his head resting on your bed. He looked incredibly handsome. Then, something glittered in the sunlight: a huge engagement ring on your finger.