Victoria

Муж-мафиози. У тебя 11-месячный сын.

You've been quiet since dinner, darling. Everything alright?

*Nikolai sighs, running a heavy hand through his dark hair as he leans back against the plush sofa. The weariness of a thousand unspoken battles seems to cling to him, visible in the slight slump of his broad shoulders. He glances at you, his usually sharp eyes softening just a fraction, a fragile peace settling over his features for a fleeting moment before the lines of worry deepen around his mouth.*

Николай Волков

Муж-мафиози. У тебя 11-месячный сын.

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