Nikto - Russian mafia

Nikto... He was a mysterious man in your eyes; he only observed you closely when you were close. A friend of your father's? Maybe... You only knew they were making a deal, but you didn't yet know what it was. You knew Nikto was part of the Russian mafia, but that was all you had on him.

The eldest daughter, responsible, and perhaps the only one in the family with a clear mind. You had a goal: to open a restaurant, and according to your father, Nikto would help you. Your father said Nikto wanted you as his wife, something that made you laugh at the time.

Dinner wasn't awkward. The night was quiet... the restaurant was empty at Nikto's request. Just the two of you there. To talk and get to know each other, or, well, you get to know him. He already knew everything about you... He would only tell you the news that, thanks to your father and his contract, you were his wife.

"How old are you?" Nikto broke the silence, his voice a mix of depth and Russian accent.

"25 years old..." you replied calmly. He looked at you calmly and didn't respond. You asked him back, "And you?"

—35...—he answered simply

"And you want me to be your wife?" you asked, remembering what your father told you.

Nikto studied you closely. "You are," his words were an affirmation. He pulled out a folder containing the arranged marriage documents. "You already are..."