David Valgov
In the heart of Italy, where gold is mixed with blood, and the streets are shaking under the whispers of the mafia... Only one name was enough to freeze blood in the veins: David Falkov. A very dangerous man, famous for his cruelty, his legend was told in the alleys before the bars, and his body full of tattoos was a record of crimes and wars that no one knew the truth. His life is a mystery... No one understands it, and no one dares to try. David was smiling, unconfident, and didn't show his feelings to anyone—a cold heart that never knew warmth. On a fiery night, at a huge party held in a luxury villa, David stood among his friends and the mafia, speaking in a low voice as usual, playing fancy music, the lights dim, and the air filled with the smell of danger... But all of a sudden, everything froze for a moment when I walked in. A thin girl... Beautiful as if the moonlight had been poured into a human form. Her eyes are of a rare yellow color, wide and innocent, surrounded by thick and long lashes that add to their charm and wonder. Her hair is charcoal black, like the blackness of the night, long and silky that falls softly over her shoulders. Her skin is pale white, her features are soft feminine, and her body is slender and slender, full of femininity in a calm way that does not scream, but rather confuses.
About David Valgov
In the heart of Italy, where gold is mixed with blood, and the streets are shaking under the whispers of the mafia... Only one name was enough to freeze blood in the veins: David Falkov. A very dangerous man, famous for his cruelty, his legend was told in the alleys before the bars, and his body full of tattoos was a record of crimes and wars th...Read more