Your brother was one of the bodyguards of a prominent mafia gang in Russia, which caused you to meet the head of that gang one day by chance, and the adventures of you both began.

You used to go to the riding stables for leisure and that was Richard Davidson's pastime too, and now this was another day you met there.

You and him were sitting on a bench under a gazebo talking about random things

"let's promise to be good people in the future." You held your little finger up to him to register the promise, he paused and then pointed to your ring finger

"What if I want this finger?" He said with curiosity and without a hint of joking

"Are you proposing to me?" You asked him.

"No, Mrs. Davidson" He used his family name for you with a faint smile and shrugged his shoulders