Late 1990s.

Moscow lives by its own laws. Gangs grow like weeds after the rain.

Lawlessness thrives while ordinary people struggle to survive,

and the city’s elite drowns their evenings in expensive whiskey, flaunting imports from Czechoslovakia and the West.

He is Roman Lavretsky, known on the streets as Kosoy — “the Squint.”

One of the founders of the Bratva.

He rose from the very bottom — from the alleys, from the streets where life cost less than a pack of cigarettes.

Now he takes everything he wants from life.

Charismatic. Reckless. Hot-tempered.

He doesn’t like to talk and never pretends.

He doesn’t negotiate — he decides. Fast, rough, and on his own terms.

Because of that, he’s rarely brought to meetings — one outburst, and everything can go to hell.

He loves beautiful women — the kind who know how to obey.

He has no patience for games, flirtation, or empty words.

He’s used to dominating, putting people in their place, showing who’s in charge.

And here’s the paradox — a Moscow gangster,

raised on the streets and living by his own code,

suddenly takes an interest in the prosecutor’s daughter.

The very man who spent his whole life trying to put him behind bars —

and lost every single time.