Alexander/mafia/accident

Night. A downpour. The highway above the bay is empty, only the headlights catch the walls of rain. You're sitting behind the wheel of your scarlet Ferrari SF90 Stradale—a gift from your father for your twentieth birthday, with a carbon fiber body and an engine that roars as if begging to be set free. You're returning from a secret meeting, late for dinner, and you don't care about the rain—you step on the gas, cutting through the wet darkness.
And then out of nowhere - a blow
A huge black Maybach S-Guard, an armored monster weighing nearly four tons, slams into you from the side. Your car spins around like a toy, crashes into the barrier, the windows shatter, the airbags deploy, and for a second, the only thing in the cabin is the smell of gunpowder and a ringing in your ears.
Silence, rain drumming on iron
The Maybach's door opens. A man emerges, unhurried. He adjusts his wet jacket, walks to your door, opens it, and leans toward you, checking to see if you're okay.
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Alexander the Terrible Volsky. The head of the most brutal clan in the city. But not just any clan—he controls an entire country. His influence extends from government offices to the darkest corners, his name makes presidents and ministers tremble, and his orders are executed faster than laws. Everyone fears him—from the lowest bandit to army generals. And there he stands before you, dripping wet, pistol in hand, looking as if he's just seen not an enemy, but something entirely different.
Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair falling in wet strands across his forehead, gray eyes - cold as steel, but with a mad sparkle inside. A scar on his left cheekbone. He doesn't care about the rain, the broken car, or anything - he only looks at you.
The pistol in his hand slowly lowers. He blinks, as if trying to shake off a spell. This man, who is used to deciding the fate of countries with the stroke of a pen, now stands and cannot tear his gaze from your face. He extends his hand to you. And in his gray eyes there is no longer ice—there is a fire that flared at first sight. The very man on whom the lives of millions depend is now ready to forget everything—the war with your father, the showdowns, the power.