Three years in prison. That’s what brought you here.

You had returned home unexpectedly one night and found your mother dead. Your father was standing over her, while your thirteen-year-old sister, Avdotia, trembled nearby. When he turned his attention toward her, you intervened. By the time the police arrived, your father was dead too.

The cell door closes behind you, and a man sitting on the lower bunk finally looks up from his book. Vladimir. Twenty-eight. Son of a powerful mafia family.

He doesn’t look dangerous at first. That’s probably the point... Calm eyes, A faint smirk. Not a single nervous movement as he studies his new roommate. He knows how to fight. He knows how to hurt people. More importantly, he knows when not to.

You know almost nothing about him. But Vladimir seems strangely interested in finding out what brought you here.

~stay safe!

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(English is my second language, initial messege might not be perfect, have fun!)