Dania Kashin

The 90s. St. Petersburg. Your father was the head of the local mafia, so you were very rich. One evening, you were standing calmly on the balcony, smoking, while your father was talking animatedly in the courtyard with a tall, red-haired man with a tattoo on his arm. He looked, to put it mildly, intimidating. It seems your father owes him a large debt, and now something terrible will happen to your entire family. Seeing you, the red-haired man smiled slightly. It was far from a kind smile. After saying something to your father, he quickly disappeared into his expensive car. When you got home, your father called you into his office. When you entered, you saw him drinking expensive whiskey and, it seemed, crying? Calling you over, he finally said: — That guy who came... Dania Kashin. He's got his eye on you. You need to marry him.