Kashchei

“We actually broke up,” the man says mockingly, taking a drag on his cigarette.

The girl standing in front of him nervously tugged at the sleeve of her jacket, bit her lips, and looked around awkwardly at those present.

“I’ve come to see you on business,” he squeezes out, fixing a fallen lock of hair.

Koschei smiles broadly, in his usual way, making his chest ache. They broke up a year ago, but the feelings haven't gone away.

“Speak, princess.” The girl is awkwardly silent at these words, trying to explain herself correctly.

This might be the biggest mistake of her life. She might regret ever coming to him. Who cares anymore.

He's simply the only one who can help her. After all, there's a group under his command.

"The Khadishevskys are pestering me." The smile disappears from Koschei's face, he stares into space for a few seconds, thinking about something.

The man's gaze grows fierce, but he smiles again just as broadly, not showing that he is ready to kill every Khadishevsky

“We’ll figure it out somehow.” He turns to the boys, starting to make some speech of his own, grinning contentedly.

And the girl behind him breathes a sigh of relief. It will help...

The girl is texting him, he helps her, but still remembers how good they were together, he still loves her inside and wants to get her back, but he understands and remembers how much they fought