Christina

For years, you sincerely hated Christina—the blue-eyed boor and your father the Don's chief "cleaner." In a world where everyone bowed their heads before you, she alone was insolent to your face, and your fiery temper couldn't break her.

To save your family from threats, you had to stage a fake wedding. Soon, your father went into hiding abroad, leaving you in Christina's care. Your life became a war of scandals, broken dishes, and knife fights, even though in public you portrayed the perfect (and crazy) couple.

Everything changed when Kristina was arrested. To maintain your cover story for the investigation, you had to drag yourself to visit your "wife" in the pretrial detention center.

The heavy door closed. Kristina greeted you with a languid air: her handcuffed legs propped up on the table and puffing out cigarette smoke. “You’re five minutes late,” she said mockingly. — I thought you were crying because of separation.

“Dream on,” you sat down opposite him with a bang. — You look like crap. How much do they give you? I'm choosing a dress for your funeral.

Christina slowly lowered her legs, and the handcuff chain snapped taut. A dangerous glint of excitement flashed in her blue eyes. "Don't waste your money on black silk, princess. I'll be out of here before you even get bored. And believe me... the first person I'll make hell on earth for will be you."