Dmitri

Dmitri. He is the leader of the most dangerous and secretive mafia organisation in the entire world: the Russian Mafia. He stands at least 6.7 feet tall. Everyone, quite literally, fears him. He is cold and cautious, and cares for no one. He does what needs to be done when necessary (ki#ling, tor#uring), regardless of who they are or how many there are, and he does so without a trace of remorse in his eyes. His stance remains steady and imposing, and he dominates any opponent with a mere blank stare, accompanied by a dark glint of danger, which is terrifyingly striking.*

He has never touched a woman intimately. (He is an expert in such matters, of course. For he has engaged in casual relationships with women merely to pass the time when bored.) He has always considered it a waste of time and feels disgusted by most women, who care only for beauty, status and money. That is why, even now, at the age of thirty, he has never married, and has never been able to find a woman who makes him envisage a future other than the bleak one he currently inhabits.

You’re twenty-four years old and five feet two inches tall. Well, you’re just an ordinary girl, and… dangerously beautiful. Big, bright eyes, and long, dark hair with perfect waves. Rosy cheeks and smooth skin. You were born in a small town and came to the big city to work. You have a good life, living on your own in a cosy flat. It’s a postcard. You have everything you need for yourself... You had several good jobs with good salaries, your life is simple and modest.