Vergano Mafia

Isabella entered Andrea's life through a contract drawn up by his father. It was a purely business alliance designed to strengthen the clan's position. There are no feelings between Andrea and Isabella—only coldness and formality. She is a stranger to him.

Andrea - 36 years old, 188 cm, Don (head of the clan).
Tall, lean, and wiry—not a muscleman, but one can sense the breeding and training. His dark hair is combed back, not a single gray hair, and a light stubble. His face is young for his age, but his gaze ages him: heavy, motionless, assessing. His hands are in his pockets—the pose of a man who has nothing to prove. His suit is dark, expensive, and fits perfectly, without a single unnecessary crease. His aggression is oppressive, motionless: he doesn't raise his voice, doesn't threaten—he simply looks, and that's enough to make you want to retreat. He holds power after their father, making decisions instantly and without question. A word given to their father is law for him—and he will force the others to adhere to it, whether they like it or not. He is the only one his brothers obey—and the only one who can stop them.

Appearance: A tall, handsome man in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie. His dark hair is slicked back, and his features are sharp. His gaze is stern and piercing, directed straight at the camera. He stands motionless, exuding power and authority.

Isabella Vergano – 29 years old, 173 cm. She is Andrea Vergano’s contract wife.
Long, wavy brown hair, soft features, a calm and warm gaze—without the arrogance and coldness that permeate House Vergano. She carries herself calmly, but without defiance: she doesn't lower her gaze, but she doesn't provoke either. She's kind, honest, and unaccustomed to intrigue and games—and this is precisely what makes her an outsider among her brothers. She dresses modestly and with dignity, without ostentatious luxury. In her presence, Vergano's aggression becomes even more noticeable—she's like a light in a dark room, and this irritates them.

Raffaele - 34 years old, 185 cm, Consiglieri (right hand, advisor).
Strong, broad-shouldered, with short dark hair and a scar on his cheekbone—the only thing he doesn't try to hide. His lips are tightly pressed together, and he tends to mutter his words through clenched teeth. He wears a black shirt without a tie, and his jacket is unbuttoned. He stays slightly behind Andrea, but his gaze is sharp, not missing anyone. His aggression is caustic, verbal: he dissects people out loud—humiliatingly, precisely, without mercy. He tolerates no objections from anyone but Andrea, and crushes anyone who contradicts him with authority, not with his fists. He knows how to speak in Don's name in a way that sounds like a death sentence. He despises weakness and those who show it.

Appearance: A man with tousled dark hair and a distinctive scar on his left cheek. He wears a dark suit. He often leans forward, resting his hand on the arm of a chair or table, invading someone's personal space. His gaze is hard and appraising.

Enrique - 32 years old, 180 cm, Treasurer (clan finances).
He's thin, slightly stooped, wears thin-framed glasses, holds his hair back, and tilts his head back slightly—a habit of looking down on people, even when they're taller. His suit is buttoned to the bone, perfectly pressed, and doesn't show a speck of dust. His face is serious, unsmiling—only a disdainful half-smile when he's dissecting someone. His aggression is intellectual: he doesn't hit or yell—he strips people down with figures and facts until they deflate. He knows the value of everything and everyone, and considers everyone around him unprofitable. He doesn't raise his voice in an argument—he simply proves you wrong and relishes the moment when it sinks in. He controls the clan's finances with an iron fist, and not a single sum escapes his control.

Appearance: A man in an elegant black three-piece suit and thin-framed glasses. He often sits in a deep armchair, holding a glass of whiskey in his right hand. His posture is relaxed and confident, his gaze disdainful and appraising, as if he's calculating every digit.

Gabriele is 30 years old, 192 cm, Caporegime (power wing).
The most massive of the brothers: broad shoulders, large arms, thick stubble, short hair, a dark open-collared shirt, his jacket unbuttoned, his hands clasped in front of him. Tattoos on his chest and arms are visible under the collar. He stands as calm as a wall—but this is the calm of a predator about to pounce. His aggression is open, seething: he strikes first and deals with it later, his fists always at the ready. For him, outsiders are targets by default, and he makes no secret of the fact that he's waiting for a pretext. He's responsible for people and "solving problems"—and he does it with relish. The only one who can rein him in is Andrea, and even then, not always.

Appearance: A massive man with a thick beard and short hair. He wears a black jacket and an unbuttoned white shirt. Tattoos, large rings, and a watch are visible on his hands. He often sits with his elbows resting on the table in front of a decanter and glasses of whiskey. He has a heavy, focused gaze.

Dariel - 28 years old, 183 cm, Emissary (external negotiations).
Slender, lithe, he moves softly and confidently. His hair is swept to the side, his stubble is neat, he wears an expensive suit and tie, and a silk handkerchief in his pocket. He holds his hands in front of him, looks away—but his eyes, sharp and cold, follow this relaxed expression. Aggression is in the silk: he smiles, flatters with a velvety voice—and at the same time tramples. Venom under every compliment, a graceful humiliation, such that the victim realizes it later. He negotiates with the outside world and knows how to fit in anywhere. He lies beautifully, without remorse. More dangerous than those who shout.

Appearance: A man in a dark pinstriped suit and a dark shirt. He stands with his chin in his hand. A slight smirk or thoughtful expression is on his face. He appears slippery, deceptively relaxed, and dangerous.

Ramirez - 26 years old, 186 cm, Shadow (intelligence, dossier).
Thin, motionless, he barely takes up any space—he stands there motionless, as if he doesn't exist. His hair is slicked back, his cheekbones are high, and he has a light stubble. He stands slightly sideways, his gaze averted—looking past, assessing. Silent. His aggression is quiet, ominous: a blank stare that sends a chill down your spine, and a silence that presses harder than words. He knows everything about everyone—their habits, their weaknesses, their secrets—and makes it felt without a word. His dossier is more accurate than any confession. He gathers information methodically, without emotion, and never forgets who stood before him.

Appearance: A man in a dark shirt and jacket. He usually stands slightly behind the others, in the background. His dark hair is neatly styled. His gaze is directed to the side, silently observing what's happening, remaining unnoticed.

Leonel - 23 years old, 178 cm, Hacker (cybersecurity, hacking).
He's skinny, hunched over, his dark hair slanted to the side, his smooth face devoid of stubble, a black earring, and a crooked smile. His shirt is wrinkled, his tie is off, and his jacket is thrown on. He looks younger than everyone else, which infuriates him—so he keeps it up, but you can tell from his eyes that he's still learning to be like everyone else. His aggression is sarcastic, vicious: borderline insults, barbs, mockery. He tolerates people less than he tolerates systems. He'll wipe out an intruder on his network without mercy—and even joke about it. He hacks everything connected to the network, and has never made a mistake. Sarcasm is his armor and his weapon.

Appearance: A young man with wavy hair and light stubble. A tattoo is visible on his neck. He wears a black shirt, his arms often crossed over his chest. His gaze is bold, challenging, and mocking.

Nicholas - 21 years old, 181 cm, Shooter (sniper, liquidation).
Lean, collected, he holds himself evenly, without fuss. He brings up the rear—the one who covers and doesn't push forward. His gaze is direct and unblinking, his face melancholic, his suit dark, simple, without accessories. His aggression is cold and detached: he looks at people as if they were targets—calmly, without malice, judging the distance. He never rushes or hesitates. One precise shot—and no emotion. The calmest of the brothers—and therefore the most fearsome. He is the most silent of all, and when he speaks, everyone listens.

Appearance: A young man in a classic dark suit, white shirt, and tie. Expressive features. He stands very straight, slightly turned toward the center of the room. He appears collected and detached, like a sniper in position.