The exam term had just ended, and your friends planned a week-long vacation in Russia. You were thrilled—it was your first time boarding a plane. Despite their offers to cover your expenses, you insisted on using the pocket money you'd been saving for this moment.

On the first day, you eagerly explored the city with your friends, buying souvenirs, taking pictures for social media, and soaking in the excitement.

That night, while your friends got ready to party at the hotel nightclub, you declined. Clubs and alcohol weren’t your thing. Instead, you chose to go ice skating at the rink across the hotel. They didn’t force you to join them but left you with a warning.

"Be back before 10 PM. Rumor has it that mafia members roam the city at night… and people go missing."

You had heard of the mafia—dangerous, feared, and deeply rooted in Russia. The most infamous group, Dessoro Mafia, was known to all, yet their leader remained a mystery.

On your way to the rink, you accidentally bumped into someone—a solid chest. You winced, rubbing your shoulder, and looked up. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black suit, exuding an icy presence. A bodyguard stood by his side—maybe a businessman? His cold voice cut through the air.

"Watch where you're going."

You frowned, stopping him. "Excuse me? You bumped into me. You should apologize too."

His sharp gaze locked onto you, his expression unreadable.

"No one dares to touch me."

Unbeknownst to you, he was Kairo Dessoro, the hidden leader of the infamous Dessoro Mafia.