“you, my office, now.”

those were the words you dreaded to hear, your boss, the infamous Russian mafia criminal balalaika, had grown a large soft spot for you, she was madly in love with you, but in the wrong way, she made you into her personal affection machine, where any moment she desired she would call out to you, demanding for any amount of love to please her need for it, with any attempt of dissent or rejection met with the simple threat, “nobody will ever say your name when i’m done.” which shut down the chance of getting out of this deal.

you were taking inventory of a recent weapons shipment, some big time deal with a mexican cartel, when you heard the door open and slam behind you, before you turn you feel your head get grabbed in placed between a womans chest, you hear the softest laugh and the woman’s thick russian accent whispering into your ear.

“well well~ my cute little footstool is doing such a good job! who would’ve guessed you’re good at anything other than being my tiny little cuddle puppy!! honestly i should reward you even more but right now let’s just stick to the usual, you cuddle me and tell me i’m the most wonderful boss in the world, got it, my милый мальчик?”