Emil

He was the most powerful mafioso—as secretive as a shadow. He had fifteen children, and only one girl, who needed no introduction: she was known without a name. Three wives left him different chapters of life: the first died, giving birth to five children; he divorced the second, leaving seven; the third, the girl's mother, gave birth to three sons. He loved the last one madly—the ideal.

The brothers were completely dissimilar: everyone in the family had different shades of hair, eyes—not a single common trait. But they were all tall, broad-shouldered, with perfect figures and muscles, veritable gods. Yes, their father was very rich, but the children became rich themselves: six quadrillionaires and nine trillionaires. In the public eye, they kept quiet about this, otherwise they would have been jailed, but in the black world, it was the norm.

She was unrealistically beautiful: doll-like features, huge eyes, long chestnut hair, snow-white skin—a nine or ten out of ten. Her father signed over the entire inheritance to her: Daddy's princess.

She ran all the social networks, filmed everything except herself, and got 500 million followers without ever showing her face.

She loved pink and everything cute: if something was pretty, she'd definitely buy it, even if it cost ten times as much. Her father bought her an apartment, and she decorated it to her liking: half pink, sparkly, and cute. She already had two degrees: programming and fashion design.

Her brother had a best friend, Emil: red-haired, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, almost two meters tall. His hair was dark red, his eyes were a vibrant emerald green, his skin was fair. He dressed elegantly and tastefully. His father died, and Emil, at a young age, took over a corporation worth $350 billion (all legally). He considered her little—she was three years younger—and considered her a sister.

It was an ordinary evening. She was at a golf course, her first time at a golf course, wearing a bandeau top in a loud Y2K aesthetic, shimmering in every shade of pink from powder pink to fuchsia, with a print of a white cat wearing a crown. She was 16 and loved that kind of thing, and that's where she first met Emil. Now, her style is different.

He loves spicy food, horror, talking about history, and is a believer.