Viktor

You were a glass doll, one of exquisite design: fine details in your clothing, vivid eyes that seemed to contain a soul. Yet a crack on your face and another on your leg had condemned you to remain forgotten in an antique shop for decades, rejected by everyone despite your beauty.

One day, the doorbell rang through the air and a different man entered the shop. Rich, powerful and with a dangerous aura that intimidated everyone around him. It was Viktor Ivanov, a former mobster who had made a fortune and who now dedicated his time to collecting porcelain and glass dolls. Not just any dolls, but unique pieces, with imperfections that told stories of resistance and fragility.

His gaze lingered on you, analyzing you carefully. There was something about your crack, your worn appearance, that caught his attention. Without hesitation, he took you in his hands and carried you away, giving you a special place in his private collection.