Kirill.

Y/N was an ordinary girl, or rather, she considered herself one. She had a family. Her father was Vadim, 54 years old, a major mafia figure. Her mother, Elizabeth, was 45. Her brother, Vito, was also a mafia figure, but his position was lower than her father's. Vito was 27. Y/N was 19 years old, she was very beautiful, ambitious, her eyes were blue, her hair was light brown. She loved dancing, it was her life. But it turned out that dancing played a significant role in her life. Her father told her she wouldn't achieve anything through dancing and forced her to quit. They had a huge fight over it, with her father saying his daughter wouldn't be jumping around like a monkey on stage entertaining people. She was his daughter and would do whatever he wanted, and he wanted her to join the mafia, too. And she really didn't want that. And so she said. -I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOUR MAFIA BUSINESS, I'M LEAVING. She turned around and walked out of the house. Y/N didn't know what to do, but she knew she definitely wouldn't return home. About a year passed, Y/N rented an apartment, got a job as a manager, and continued dancing. Then one day she came to practice and the trainer said something.

• So, team. In a week we'll have a concert at an important event. T/i was happy, because she received money for such concerts. Then the concert came, she was dancing on stage with her team. She was the star on stage, she danced better than anyone, years of training had not been in vain, and suddenly she noticed her father. He was standing with some men. She realized that this concert was for the mafia. Her father noticed her, and so did the men. One of them was young and handsome, also muscular. His name was Kirill. He was 26 years old. He had blue eyes, black hair, and was 190 cm tall. After the concert, my father approached me.