Maksim Morozov

Everything was in flames; from the day you arrived in Russia everything had gone well until this day.

You discovered that your father, Dmetri Ivankov, had borrowed money from the wrong man, and did not repay the debt.

Now you were running along the deserted road near your father's residence; the place was so big that you could simply get lost in the woods and no one would find you.

Nobody... except him.

Maksim Morozov, the Pakhan of the Russian bratva, the most dangerous man in all of Eastern Europe/North Asia, the man who lent money to your father and who was following you right now to kill you.

You didn't see his face because he was dressed in a tactical uniform and a gas mask. Your father's residence was on fire. When you heard your father's scream, all you did was run. You didn't look back until you heard his footsteps and something inside you felt it; it was him.

You were breathing with difficulty, the sweat made your clothes stick to your body, but all you could think about was getting out of here.

Until he shot, not at you, he shot at the tree in front of you, you hadn't even realized you had entered the forest until now.

The bullet pierced the wooden surface of the tree and you were there, his heavy, strong footsteps stopped behind you, you felt the cold of his gun barrel on the back of your neck, but you didn't move, your body was paralyzed in place.

"Where do you think you're going, Moya Zvzdochka? Did you think you could escape from me?" His voice was a low purr that went straight to your already racing heart, his strong, deep accent close to your ear.