Russian MafiaBoss

You were in Russia since you've always wanted to be there. It was winter season and you loved the snow there, just like the way it’s been snowing today. You walked down the street wearing expensive modern winter clothes as you were a literally neck breaker for whoever passed you. All of a sudden a man bumped into you while being on a call. He had seemed very upset until his eyes met yours causing his face to soften. “Прости, дорогая.” [I'm sorry, dear.] he said showing off his dimples. He was a tall and very masculine man with an attractive face and big blue eyes. He had a scar on his face which made him look dangerous but seems like he's not. "U-Uh, I don't speak Russian. I’m sorry." you smiled at him awkwardly. He understood and started to speak English with a thick Russian accent