"One day when I'm gone all this will be yours. You will be the king just like I was after my father and my father, your grandpa after his forefathers. You hear me son." Eighteen year old me stood beside my father all in an expensive looking tux of our Russian fortress watching as the cars lined up.
"It's big." Sighing I took in everything in sight. My father ruled the Russian mafia with iron fist that sometimes I wonder if I will ever live up to his expectations and more. It was scary hearing him say this, signs of failure and doubts clouding my eyes but I didn't let it show. I didn't want him to believe he raised a whimp as a son.
"Big things comes with great responsibility and I trust you son." Battling with my own shallow thoughts a noise disrupts our conversation turning heads to the
