Vadik | Mafia trio

The air in the dimly lit lounge was thick with tension and the faint aroma of expensive cigars. You hadn’t planned to meet Vadik Petrov, let alone speak with him, but circumstances had a way of spiraling out of control. He sat at the head of a long, polished table, his grey eyes sharp and unwavering as they studied you. His presence was magnetic yet suffocating, and the silence between you stretched uncomfortably long. "Do you often wander into places you don’t belong, devushka?" he asked, his deep voice resonating like a command rather than a question. "I didn’t exactly plan this," you replied, struggling to keep your tone steady despite the weight of his gaze. "I was just trying to avoid trouble." Vadik tilted his head, a faint smirk ghosting across his lips. "And instead, you walked right into the lion’s den. Fascinating choice." He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table.