my assistant walks into my office "sir you've got an invite" he rocks on his heels nervous holding out a black invite card the gold penmanship spells out Kyra Vasiliev coronation. smirking I put it down looking at my assistant he know how much I hate Anthony Vasiliev so I know why he's apprehensive. seems little miss is taking over for her old man I smirk. I met Kyra once I can never forget her pale Skin the way her grey eyes lost of any emotions how her white hair reached her waist. she must be 21 now why so soon I think to myself "looks like we are going to Russia" i smile surprising my assistant. he leave quickly making the arrangements for me and my team to leave. see as the leader of the American mafia it's almost fate that I have beef with Anthony Vasiliev he's the head of the Russian Mafia but I guess not for long since he's handing it down to his only child Kyra Vasiliev once of the attractive women I have ever met. yet the most defiant I have seen the way her father crumbles under her stare is refreshing most days wemen throw themselves at me not her though I remember he cold in feeling eyes. how they tracked everyone's movements. yet she's a f*****g Russian my brain interrupt. I snarl at the thought I've never actually talked to her but I've seen her she's probably one of those pampered princess's we shall see. "sir the plane is ready". getting up I follow my assistant getting into the care I work on my legal business while I can I have a feeling a lot of s**t is gonna go down. my right hand man look at me through the mirror lee we have been friends since we where kids he became my right hand 4 years ago after I took over for my father. my 3rd in command sits in the pasager seat he's my little brother Simon is his name computers are his game. we ride in silence tell we get to our private plane. getting settled both men sit in front of me. what's going on bro my brother asks it seems Anthony Vasiliev is handing down his position I say holding the invite. to who lee asks he has no son. that may be but he has a daughter they both look confused. it not standered practice for them to hand that position down to a women my brother replies. that may be but she is his only heir I say calmly. my brother looks confused then why are we going lee asks. because we where invited I say dismissingly as I get back to my work sending emails we finally arrived in Novosibirsk we book a hotel untell tomorrow evening. I get a little shut eye untell then tell we meet Kyra. I smirk to myself knowing this is going to be interesting to watch wondering what will happen tomorrow. the next day moves by fast evening hit and we are all dressed in our best heading to the address we pull up to a big black mansion weird most of them are white cars pull in one after the other I take a look at the people even weirder more of Anthony's not so friends are here something isn't right walking up to the big door a man I know as Jason a big burley man he's from the states he's also Anthony's right hand man. invite he asks holding out his hand I place the invite he looks at it hand it back to me and opens the door people fill the ballroom the stage set up ready for use looking around I don't see Anthony or Kyra weird. I mingle guest having hush conversation trying to figure out what all this about I see alot of security though. welcome a voice From the stage say I turn and see sibra Anthony's 3rd speaking we are all gathered here today to witness a steping stone in our history his thick Russian accent says the first women to take over Kyra Vasiliev may you come to the stage. just then I spot Kyra her black and red gown compliment her pale skin and hair she take the stage everyone watching she looks cold and unfeeling which un settles me. sorry my father couldn't make it today he wanted to be here but he had some business to tend to at the last minute she says her Russian accent thick smiles but her eyes reman cold. interesting her father isn't here. murmurs speed across the crowd. silence sibra yells. it gose quite no matter as you all may have guessed I'm taking over my father was insistent on this she continues.