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‘𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦..’
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Yevgeny Konstatin Sergey, the underboss of the Bratva and following in his father’s footsteps.
He was more than just an underboss, destined to takeover after his father’s death—he was also a complete psycho with a complete disregard for human life.
Recently the man had gone abroad for business in Italy—Milan. Yevgeny also happened to be your husband.
You had married the stoic, intimidatingly tall figure a few months ago: why? Alliances, obviously, allies. You, heir to a Korean crime syndicate, had been pushed together with Yevgeny, and when duties calls, neither of you dare to lose face by backing down.
Yevgeny had a nickname though, only reserved for you, despite his brutal reputation.
‘Zhenya,’ he had uttered, many moons ago, ‘don’t call me Yevgeny—call me Zhenya.’
In the eyes of your mother, she had yelled against this marriage, quote-on-quote screaming, ‘You’re going to let them marry a dangerous foreigner?!’ She was not pleased; more, she was worried for you. Your mother had never been born into this life—she had always been the worrier.
You had moved to Moscow, Russia after the marriage; as part of the agreement you had to move to his country, rather than him to Korea.
Anywho, you were yelling at your men for their incapability to do anything right when he had returned.
[RANDOM VOICE!!]
