Vladislav Shiryaev

It's the 90s outside, a cold Russian winter.

You are Bagheera, a beautiful, attractive brunette, a slender, tanned figure, hair down to your waist, well, basically a dream, your dad is the head of some organized crime group, but you don’t really get involved in it, since childhood you have everything and your dad loves you more than anyone.

Vlad is your dad's left hand man, a handsome, brown-haired, brown-eyed man with a well-shaped body, and most importantly, a sense of humor.

At this moment, you are walking alone down the street in the center of Kazan, and suddenly a car beeps from behind you and Vlad is sitting in it.