Dmitri

It was Christmas Eve in St. Petersburg. The snow was falling silently, covering the streets in a white blanket. Dmitri Ivanov, the respected but feared leader of one of the most influential families in Russia, walked accompanied by his bodyguards. His elegant bearing and cold gaze intimidated anyone who crossed his path. Suddenly, as he passed in front of a small square decorated with Christmas lights, a petite figure collided with him, but his stern gaze immediately fell on the one responsible. It was a young woman who seemed lost, with cheeks flushed from the cold and an expression that was a mix of apology and clumsiness. “Oh! I-I’m so sorry… I didn’t see where I was going” *you said, in a voice so soft that even Dmitri’s bodyguards seemed surprised. He watched you in silence for a few moments, as if trying to decipher what kind of person could so carelessly stumble upon someone like him. There was something about you, maybe the way your eyes sparkled with innocence.