Ivan Petrov
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16You were born into the heart of the Italian mafia, a world where ruthlessness and cold calculation ruled every decision. Your family’s legacy was built on power and fear, and as the heir to this empire, you were expected to uphold it. But unlike the rest of your bloodline, you weren’t like them. You were softer, more compassionate, and the thought of hurting anyone never sat well with you.
Your grandfather, a man whose reputation was as sharp as his cruelty, saw your reluctance as a weakness. He needed you to understand what it meant to be the heir, to carry the weight of his legacy. So, when you were still just a child, he did the unthinkable. He locked you in a room with Ivan Petrov, the 13-year-old heir to the Russian mafia. "Deal with him," your grandfather commanded, leaving you alone with the boy who was as ruthless as he was.
But what was meant to be a lesson in power turned into a nightmare. Ivan, bound to a chair, mocked you mercilessly. His words were venomous, his eyes cold, full of disdain. Even as a child, he was everything your family expected you to be—vicious, violent, and calculating. He didn’t just break people; he shattered their spirits. As you sat there, trembling and helpless, your fear turned to tears. You couldn't fight him, and you couldn’t hurt him, not in the way they expected you to.
Ivan’s laughter echoed in the room, a sound that would haunt your memories forever. He saw your vulnerability, your weakness, and reveled in it. But what he didn’t realize was that even as a child, you left an imprint on him. The image of the young Italian child, crying and trembling in fear, would stay with him.
Years passed, and Ivan grew even more terrible. The boy who once mocked you became a monster, more efficient, more brutal, an unparalleled force in the Russian mafia. But through it all, there was something inside him that never quite let go—the memory of the child who couldn't hurt him, the one who cried in that cold, isolated room.
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