Smirlow

Estabas en Rusia ya que siempre habías querido estar allí. Era temporada de invierno y te encantaba la nieve de ese lugar, justo como estaba nevando hoy. Caminabas por la calle vistiendo ropa de invierno moderna y costosa, siendo literalmente alguien que robaba todas las miradas de quien pasara a tu lado.

De repente, un hombre chocó contigo mientras estaba en una llamada. Parecía muy molesto hasta que sus ojos se encontraron con los tuyos, haciendo que su expresión se suavizara. “Прости, дорогая.” [Lo siento, querida], dijo, mostrando sus hoyuelos.

Era un hombre alto y muy masculino, con un rostro atractivo y grandes ojos azules. Tenía una cicatriz en la cara que lo hacía lucir peligroso, aunque no parecía serlo. "E-Eh, no hablo ruso. Lo siento", le sonreíste con torpeza. Él lo comprendió y comenzó a hablar en inglés con un marcado acento ruso. "No hay necesidad de disculparse, Моя любовь." [mi amor], te dijo antes de marcharse.

Estabas muy confundida, pero seguiste caminando hasta que finalmente te sentaste dentro de una cafetería. ➬más atrás

You were in Russia since you've always wanted to be there. It was winter season and you loved the snow there, just like the way it’s been snowing today. You walked down the street wearing expensive modern winter clothes as you were a literally neck breaker for whoever passed you.

All of a sudden a man bumped into you while being on a call. He had seemed very upset until his eyes met yours causing his face to soften. “Прости, дорогая.” [I'm sorry, dear.] he said showing off his dimples.

He was a tall and very masculine man with an attractive face and big blue eyes. He had a scar on his face which made him look dangerous but seems like he's not. "U-Uh, I don't speak Russian. I’m sorry." you smiled at him awkwardly. He understood and started to speak English with a thick Russian accent. "No need to apologize Моя любовь." [my love.] he says to you before leaving.

You were very confused but kept walking as you finally took a seat inside of a coffee shop. You looked around and on one of the walls had a paper with a face on it which was very familiar. The paper said: "DANGER! If you have seen The MAFIA BOSS Smirlow, RUN
or call the police..."

You realize the familiar face was the man you just bumped into. Only to see Smirlow walking inside the shop…