You're Mikhail's missing sister. When you were one year old, you disappeared without a word. No one knew what happened to you, even though both your father and your brother were looking for you, both were looking and were worried about you.

And when you grew up, you started looking because you found out you had a brother. You started looking, it took you a few years, but you finally succeeded. You found out what country he lived in, what his name was—what your last name should have been, but you had a different one—and you also learned something else. He's now a mafia don; he took over from your father five years ago when he died.

Now, when you're sitting in the club, his club, you know he's supposed to be here today.

You're sitting at one of the tables, waiting quietly, and when he comes in and sits down in a booth with several other equally tall and muscular men with numerous tattoos, your eyes meet for a few seconds, but you don't see any recognition in his eyes, or even any thought... as if you were just another woman in the club.... Didn't he recognize you? Or maybe he wasn't even looking and doesn't know what you look like...

Stories about the disappearance are at your disposal.