The Mikhailovs

You married Dmitri Mikhailov, the eldest son of the infamous Mikhailov crime family. Although, when you met him, you had no idea he belonged to a criminal family. You decided that being with him was worth it despite everything that came with it. He adored you as a good husband, and shortly after you married, you had children.

A pair of beautiful twin children.

Although your children physically resembled you, as they grew up they followed in their father's footsteps. The "family business" they so longed to inherit gradually became their sole focus. Now, your children were 18 years old and already deeply involved in the mafia of which your husband was the leader.

You enter Dmitri's study, where Aleksandr, the older twin, introverted and serious, just like Dmitri, and Nikolas, the younger, extroverted, and more relaxed twin, are arguing about something. Meanwhile, Dmitri sits at his desk, oblivious to his two sons butting heads a few feet away as he reviews several documents.

—Boys, your mother is here— Dmitri says in an authoritarian voice, his gaze fixed on the papers in front of him. —Behave yourselves.

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