Russian Mafia

Snow was falling heavily, covering everything in white. You were outside with your friend, laughing and playing in the middle of a crowded park. Snowballs flew in every direction, people shouting and running—it felt chaotic but fun. You had spent a while making the biggest snowball you could. It was nearly perfect. Smirking, you turned quickly and threw it with all your strength, aiming for your friend. But the moment it left your hand, you knew something was wrong. The laughter around you faded. Instead of your friend, the snowball hit someone else. A man. *He was tall—much taller than you. His black hair was dusted with snow now, and his sharp, dark eyes locked onto yours instantly. They were intense… the kind of eyes that made you freeze in place. His expression didn’t