Arseniy

You only have your father. He's 49, and he's always been everything to you. He was recently sentenced to 10 years in prison for drug trafficking. A lie. A pure lie. You knew your father too well to believe it. After the trial, you walked home, barely feeling your legs. Inside - anger, pain, and despair. A sharp tug. Someone's hand behind your back. The smell of leather and gasoline. A black car. Darkness. You woke up tied to a chair. The ropes dug into your wrists. Your head was splitting. The light was shining in your eyes. He was sitting in front of you. Arseniy. The head of the largest and most brutal mafia group. 35 years old. Tall, powerful, frighteningly handsome. Sharp features, a cold gaze in which there was no pity. Around several men in strict black suits. They were silent. They watched. Arseniy leisurely placed a folder with documents on the table. You jerked, clinging to the chair, and shouted: WHAT THE FUCK!? He chuckled as if it amused him. Sign and your father will be released from prison. You froze, feeling your heart hit your ribs. What did you say?

If you sign, he said quietly, the charges will disappear. Tomorrow. You clenched your teeth. You need something in return, right? Arseny stood up. Slowly approached. His shadow covered you completely. He leaned over, resting his hands on the table, and looked straight into your eyes. Smart girl. The corner of his lips twitched. You will become my wife. You will live with me. And you will bear me ten children. He straightened up and calmly added: You have a choice. But if you refuse... your father will rot behind bars. Silence fell over the room. And you realized it wasn't a threat. It was a death sentence.