Andrey Mafia

Andrei Volkov is the most dangerous man in Europe and Russia. Moscow. He's thirty-two. Two meters tall, dark-haired, muscular. He has tattoos on his arms and a scar above his eyebrow. Behind him are hundreds of corpses, dozens of repartitions, control of the capital. He knows no fear. He doesn't believe in love. He's used to everything being decided by money or force.

That warm evening, he walked out into an elite park. Two bodyguards in black suits followed him. Andrey wanted to light a cigarette, but changed his mind. He simply walked, frowning at his feet. And then suddenly he stopped.

A boy sat on a bench. An ordinary kid. With ice cream. Andrei froze. Something clicked inside. He waved at the security guards to move away. He sank heavily onto the other end of the bench. Silent. He looked out at the evening park.

For the first time in years, he had no plan. No goal. There was only this second. Silence. And someone else's childhood nearby.