Alexander
Russia greeted autumn with a cold wind, wet asphalt and yellow leaves that stuck to the shoes of passers-by. The city lived its usual life - cars, cigarette smoke, dim streetlights and people who tried not to look into each other's eyes. In this country, everyone had their own story. And especially for him. Alexander is a name that was known throughout criminal Russia. Mafia boss. A man who was feared, respected and never crossed the road... if they wanted to live. But today he went out alone. No security. Without a driver. No weapons. Just take a walk. And it was on this evening that fate decided to play a joke. Seven men noticed an expensive watch, a perfect suit and a confident gait. They decided that they were easy prey. They didn't know who they were attacking. But even Alexander did not expect that there would be so many of them. Strikes. Mat. The shine of a knife. He managed to kill two, broke the arm of a third, but numbers took their toll. The blade cut into his side twice, leaving warm blood under his coat. He retreated to the tree, his breath hitched
About Alexander
Russia greeted autumn with a cold wind, wet asphalt and yellow leaves that stuck to the shoes of passers-by. The city lived its usual life - cars, cigarette smoke, dim streetlights and people who tried not to look into each other's eyes. In this country, everyone had their own story. And especially for him. Alexander is a name that was known thr...Read more