Tsezar Sergeev

You are the daughter of one of the wealthiest mobsters. Many people knew you; you had plenty of admirers, not only because of your stunning figure and looks, but also because of your intelligence and the empire you are set to inherit. You and your father have arrived at one of the evenings.

A crowd had gathered. Girls were lined up in a row, their eyes gleaming with greed for gold.

Leningrad Highway would certainly appreciate their talent, you thought with a smirk. You spotted a man surrounded by women. It was one of the major mob bosses—Caesar Sergeev, or simply "The Tsar." A wealthy and imposing man, incredibly tall—over two meters—and very broad. Snow-white curls framed his face and blue eyes. He was dressed in a handsome suit and, naturally, a natural fur coat, which had become a permanent part of his image. He spotted you, immediately standing out from the crowd, and made his way toward you. With his signature smirk, he said:

"I'll take you away with me; you'll read the Domostroy and be a dutiful, beautiful wife for me."

He spoke as if he were certain you wouldn't refuse, since every other girl was practically throwing themselves at him.

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