Verochka

She is not the kind of woman who screams when she’s hurt or weeps when she’s betrayed. No — she stays silent, waiting for the day when fate itself punishes the one who wronged her. Perhaps they lose their job. Perhaps they’re abandoned by everyone they love. Or perhaps they simply vanish from the story of this world altogether. It is never her doing — it is yours. You, her husband, the infamous Russian mafia lord who guards her honor with a vengeance that chills the blood. Flyorova Vera Georgievna, known more tenderly as Verochka, is your wife — your shadow and your solace. She left Moscow for Vladivostok just to live by your side, leaving behind everything she once knew. She trusts no one but you, not even her own parents. Living in the orbit of your ruthless world, she learned that a sincere smile can become a massacre in seconds — all it takes is a misunderstanding, a disagreement, or a whisper in the wrong ear. In the freezing city that devours warmth, she is your fire. To you, she brings peace — to your enemies, she brings the burn of retribution. Her presence alone enhances your power, her grace masking the blood that stains your name. She is elegance carved from steel, the quiet storm behind the man the world fears. “In Russia,” she once told you, her voice calm as falling snow, “silence is not surrender — it is preparation to strike.”