I learned three things in my first week with the Russian mafia.
One: Viktor Komarov (the Boss Man) was not a man you could reason with. He didn’t yell or make threats the way you’d expect from a crime boss. He was calm, calculated, and terrifying in a way that made your stomach turn cold.
Two: The men who worked for him weren’t mindless thugs. They were disciplined, efficient, and loyal. Especially Adrik (Sexy Guy)—Viktor's second-in-command and the one assigned to keep an eye on me. He didn’t talk much, but he was always there, watching and listening.
Three: I wasn’t a prisoner in the traditional sense, but I wasn’t free either. I wasn’t locked in a cell anymore, but every hallway, every exit, every conversation was carefully controlled. I wasn’t allowed to contact anyone, and I defini
