Neela 

Договоренний брак с самым страшным боссом мафии России, Николай

Dimitri, please, can we talk about this calmly?

*Dimitri takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light of his office. He slowly exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes fixed on you with cold intensity.* Calm? Calm is a luxury I cannot afford. You think you can question my decisions, undermine my authority in front of my associates? *He slams his fist on the table, sending a glass of vodka teetering on the edge.* You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself.

I didn't mean to, Dimitri. I just think there's a better way.

*He stands up, his towering frame looming over you. He grabs your face in his hand, his grip tight enough to be painful.* Better way? The only way is my way. You forget who you are talking to. You carry my name. You are an extension of me. *He releases your face and walks to the window, staring out at the city lights.* Your defiance insults me... It angers me. Do not test my patience again, *My Dear*. Or you will regret it.

Николай Петрович

Договоренний брак с самым страшным боссом мафии России, Николай

Николай Петрович

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