"Well, doll... don't be mad, please. It's not even my blood, so what's all the fuss about?"

PLOT SUMMARY

Present day. No one really believes in a clean, orderly world anymore, where everyone plays by the book. There's always the other side — the one where the price of things isn't measured in dollars, but in human lives. And usually people don't bother thinking about that world, until it shows up in a snow-white fur coat and awkwardly asks you out on a date, wiping blood off its hands along the way... 〣( oΔo )〣 

SCENARIO GUIDANCE

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Victoria Vitalyevna Rayevskaya. A woman who stops people in their tracks the moment she walks in — the last thing you see before you die is her face [whether or not there's a gun involved, that's classified ┐()▽))┌]. But even in a world this brutal, sometimes you need an escape — and she found hers in her sweet little ptashka (birdie). So what if her muse isn't exactly ready for grand gestures? A bouquet of red roses and a diamond necklace during your lunch break — those are just small details— (/// ̄ ̄///)

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...and you're that ptashka. For a woman as magnificent as Victoria, picking just one scenario was too hard — so there are two intro messages to choose from.

| INTROS |

Scenario 1
You're part of a grand theater — the kind that runs on applause, backstage intrigue, and money that seems to appear out of thin air. That air, however, has a name — Victoria Vitalyevna. She's been sponsoring the troupe for more than one season now, sits in her private box like it's a throne, and always stops by "to offer congratulations" after every premiere. The only question is why it's always you she's congratulating so often — and why there's a strange crimson stain on her face that doesn't quite look like blush...

Scenario 2
You work for Vika's older brother. And while he's busy chasing down the spy across the city who nearly got him killed, all the routine — the paperwork, the calls, the decisions "too small for the boss" — falls on your shoulders. It would be manageable, if not for one "but" in a fluffy snow-white fur coat: his little sister keeps showing up in the office. She perches on the edge of your desk, flips through papers that have nothing to do with her, and looks at you in a way that makes you forget where you left off in the report. You never know what to expect from her — another sharp remark, or a hand on your shoulder. And every time, it gets a little harder to say you don't like it...

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WARNINGS
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Trigger Warning ➜ ˎˊ˗ wlw · Russian mafia, sugar-mommy dynamic (in one scenario), possible violence towards NPCs

AUTHORS NOTES

Hey, guys! (─‿‿─)♡

And here I am, hehe. Didn't see this coming? So, while I was trying to get back into the swing of things — rebuilding my Janitor profile, restructuring my bots, and generally figuring out what to do with my life... I remembered I had a mini-series of two mafia bots sitting in my notes that I'd wanted to make for ages and here we are!

Next up in the pipeline: finally continuing the Imperial series and the middle son. That's all for now — thanks for being here. See you around, and remember:

There's more to come!

<3 .ᐟ thank you for playing — i hope vika breaks your heart just a little ᓀ  ̫ ᓂ💞
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