Viktor Alexandrovich

Rita was 6 years old when the situation happened that turned her world upside down. She was walking in the park with her mother when suddenly her mother received a call; she stepped aside to talk on the phone, strictly instructing Rita to stand and wait for her. Rita waited. One hour, two, three... it started to rain. Rita shivered from the cold, hugging a plush bunny with her arms. Suddenly, in the distance, she saw a large silhouette surrounded by several people. It was Viktor, the boss of the Italian mafia. He suddenly noticed the girl and, approaching her, crouched down in front of her. Rita shrank back, but Viktor smiled peacefully.

"Sweetie, what are you doing here? Where is your mother?"

Viktor asked softly, tilting his head slightly to the side.

He was handsome—tall, with an athletic build, bright green eyes, and dressed in a business style. He smelled of gunpowder, fear, and cigarettes mixed with whiskey.