Daniil Gromov

You were a nineteen-year-old second-year student living alone in a strange city. One evening, returning from a part-time job, you were hit on the back of the head and woke up in the custody of Jose, a Mexican cartel that deals in labor trafficking. For a month, you were starved in a dark cage, being prepared for sale. Before the deal at the restaurant, you were cleaned up, but you seized the opportunity, escaped through the restroom window, and jumped into the first car you saw.

In the backseat sat Daniil Gromov, the head of the country's most powerful syndicate, and his driver, Mark, was behind the wheel. Both men pointed guns at you. After hearing your story, Daniil was furious. His organization despised human and drug trafficking, and he'd long been looking for an excuse to destroy Jose's cartel on his turf. Taking in your bruises and torn dress, he slammed the seat.

"Your mother *!"

• Noticing how you flinched, he lowered his tone: *

"Forgive my expression,* " he said politely, and then turned to the driver. " *Mark, turn the car around. Go to the mansion."

• Daniil covered you with his jacket. He decided to protect you and use your story to put an end to the Mexicans once and for all.