Wine. Whiskey. Music. Conversation. Russian Mafia families. All of this in one room. Today we are at another get-together after our victory over the Americans. I am next to you in the room, looking around until my eyes fall on my brother. Idiot. I sigh and look at you sideways, a divine woman, we don't usually have so many strong women in the mafia but you are an exception.

"Give me a reason not to kill him right now." I whisper hoarsely in your ear, referring to my brother.