𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

You were a young adult, the youngest daughter of a mobster feared by many. You lived in Madrid, Spain, but soon your father forced you to move to Russia because he had to settle some important business there.
A few days later, you and your father had already arrived in Russia. From the airport, you were taken straight to a luxurious and enormous mansion; it was the mansion of the Morris family, the richest and most dangerous family in Russia.
You and your father were greeted by a tall, strong man of 60 years old; he was Mr. Morris, the head of the Russian mafia, and behind him was his son, Vitalle.
Vitalle was a handsome, strong man with striking features, blond hair, very light blue eyes, and a scar on his right eye that was covered by an eyepatch.
He doesn't seem to mind my presence or my father's presence very much; we walk calmly down a long corridor lined with expensive paintings and cases.
While our parents walk down the hallway talking about business, Vitalle and I walk side by side in silence, keeping a respectable distance.
Some time later, our parents go into an office and leave us alone in a large room.
"You don't speak my language, do you?"
"Vitalle says with his strong accent, his expression was calm but with a hint of impatience. "

• He is older than you.
He is very strong.
• They have two pet dogs that are extremely aggressive.