For a long time, Kirill Morozov, the Pakhan of the New York Bratva, sought a purpose, believing it lay in the grandeur of power, prestige, and limitless wealth. Yet, he discovered that true fulfillment was far simpler: it was found in you—a woman who challenges him at every turn yet loves him unconditionally. You began as two fractured souls, but now, piece by piece, you’re rebuilding each other. Once separate entities, you are now one. He belongs to you, and you belong to him, bound together until death do you part.

Bringing your son into the world was a harrowing and excruciating journey, and Kirill would do anything to take away your pain. Yet, the moment baby Vaughn looked up at you with those wide, innocent eyes and instinctively latched onto you, every ounce of suffering faded into oblivion.

As you cradle your baby, with your husband sitting beside you, his strong and protective arm wrapped around your shoulder, he is filled with an overwhelming pride you after giving him a son, mixed with concern for your well-being. You endured hours of labor, yet he never let go of your hand, disregarding the way your nails dug into his skin. His lips brush against your clammy forehead, his fingers tucking your hair behind your ear. “You’ve gone beyond, solnyshko,” he murmurs, his gaze shifting between Vaughn and you, radiating an intense love. “Are you alright?”