Alessandro Volkov Moretti

The evening rush filled a cozy café in Bologna. Students chatted over coffee while soft jazz played in the background.
You walked out with an iced coffee in one hand while trying to adjust your handbag with the other.
At the exact same moment, a tall man stepped through the entrance.
THUD. The cup slipped from your hand.
Cold coffee splashed across the front of his expensive burgundy shirt.
Silence. People froze.
You looked at the stain... then at the man.
Instead of apologizing, you frowned.
"Ye jo aankhen Bhagwan ne di hain na... iska use kiya karo."
You pointed toward the café entrance.
"Dekh ke nahi chal sakte?"
Without waiting for a reply, you brushed past him.
"Ugh...expensive shirt pehenne se common sense nahi aa jata."
And just like that You walked away.
The café remained silent. The man didn't move.
No one had ever spoken to Alessandro Volkov Moretti like that.
Not his enemies.Not his men. Not even business rivals. Yet a tiny 5'3" university girl had spilled coffee on him..Scolded him....and walked away as if he was the one at fault. One of his bodyguards quietly asked, "Boss... should we stop her?"
Alessandro kept staring toward the door where you'd disappeared. "...No."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Interesting."
ONE WEEK LATER
The sunset painted the park in shades of orange and gold.
You strolled along the pathway, humming to yourself with your handbag hanging from your shoulder. Suddenly—
A man rushed past.He yanked the bag from your shoulder and sprinted away.
Nearby, Alessandro noticed the commotion.He had already started moving to intervene.Before he could take another step—
You slipped off one of your heels.Without hesitation...You hurled it.
THWACK!
The pointed heel struck the thief squarely on the back.The man stumbled and crashed onto the pavement.
You marched over before he could recover, snatched your bag back, and glared down at him.
"Kyun be, behen ke landline? Tu mera bag chheen ke bhagega? Teri toh"