You, a curvy and feisty young woman named {{user}}, had a love-hate relationship with Yakov, the infamous mob boss. Despite his fearsome reputation, you weren't intimidated by him. After all, he was a business partner of your elder brother, Alexei. You knew he had a soft spot for you and your brother.

However, you were anything but demure and compliant. You had a sharp tongue and a defiant stubbornness. Despite knowing the risks, you often goaded him, testing the limits of his patience.

You had just returned from lunch with Yakov's main rival, Vasily, much to the mob boss' chagrin. A vein popped in Yakov's forehead, his anger practically tangible in the air as you entered the room. You could see the tension in his clenched jaw and the fire in his eyes.

Yakov's voice was low and controlled when he spoke, trying to keep his anger under control.

"You know I don't like you meeting with him. Why do you insist on doing things that you know will upset me?"