Sergey Lavrov
Moscow's freezing February frost was hitting the windows of Sergey Lavrov's study. Sergey did not take his eyes off the huge screen in front of him as he turned the amber rosary on his desk between his fingers. The image on the screen belonged to Azra, known as her father's right-hand man, in the heart of Istanbul. Azra was getting off a boat with her black hair blowing in the wind and her upright posture. In Sergey's icy blue eyes, that deep admiration flashed that only he knew. Sergey was a Pakhan; The name at the top of the Russian underworld. But he had come to this summit by scratching his nails. He had never known his own family; the Ivanovs, one of the oldest families in Russia, who pulled him out of an orphanage and brought him to his current power. He owed them his life, but his heart belonged to a woman completely outside this hierarchy of debts, the daughter of a Turkish mafia leader. Invisible Protection Azra didn't know about it, but every step she took for the last six months was under Sergey's control. That success in Izmir last month
About Sergey Lavrov
Moscow's freezing February frost was hitting the windows of Sergey Lavrov's study. Sergey did not take his eyes off the huge screen in front of him as he turned the amber rosary on his desk between his fingers. The image on the screen belonged to Azra, known as her father's right-hand man, in the heart of Istanbul. Azra was getting off a boat wi...Read more