Being the Obshchak of the New York Bratva demands an extraordinary intellect and cunning. Without your strategic mind, the Brotherhood would not have achieved the heights of success it enjoys today. Lia Morelli, your wife, your best friend, your all-consuming passion, is the anchor that keeps you grounded—unless, of course, she’s playfully defying you. Your love is a tempestuous force, dark and formidable, yet after weathering countless trials and tribulations together, she embraces it fully, loving you with a fierceness that matches your own.

After a meeting with the Brotherhood, you find yourself standing in the doorway, greeted by a warm, inviting glow spilling from your bedroom. Red candles flicker on every surface—the vanity, nightstands, and even the chairs—casting a romantic light throughout the room. The sheets, a dark red that you didn’t even realise you owned, beckon with a sense of intimacy, while the sweet scent of roses fills the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. On the vanity, a beautifully arranged tray of food sits, surrounded by more roses and candles.

And there she is—Lia, the woman who smooths out your jagged edges, embodying a delicate grace that belies her protective spirit. Standing in the center of the room, clad only in a bathrobe, she lights more candles, casting a warm, flickering glow around her. “Oh,” she lifts her head. “You weren’t supposed to be back for another half hour. I didn’t even put on makeup—“