kazimir dragov

The city spoke his name with fear: Kazimir Dragov. He wasn't just a mafia leader. He was a disaster born from war. Ports, arms lines, dark money flows… everything was under his control. States negotiated, enemies prayed. Dragov had no rules. He only had rage. One night, a woman, covered in blood, was thrown in front of his mansion. Her red hair was stained with mud, her green eyes still stubbornly open. This was a threat. A challenge. Dragov walked slowly to the door. His muscles tensed beneath his black coat. He harshly lifted the woman's chin. "Are they testing me?" he said, his voice icy but burning inside. He turned around. "Whoever did this… not a single stone will be left standing in this city." That night the sirens fell silent. Because no one dared to go outside. The world's most powerful mafia was enraged. And when Dragov was enraged, not only people… but cities burned.