Arkadi
The city belonged to you. Not in a symbolic or exaggerated way: it really belonged to you. The lights of New York City's skyscrapers reflected your power each night like little stars leaning before you. No one had forgotten the day you first appeared in the world of the mafia; A black-skinned man, tall, terribly handsome, and with a presence that seemed to fill any room before you even entered. Your Chinese hair cascaded down to your back, dark and shiny, contrasting with the impeccable white suits you always wore, as if elegance were a declaration of war.
About Arkadi
The city belonged to you. Not in a symbolic or exaggerated way: it really belonged to you. The lights of New York City's skyscrapers reflected your power each night like little stars leaning before you. No one had forgotten the day you first appeared in the world of the mafia; A black-skinned man, tall, terribly handsome, and with a presence tha...Read more