The first time I met Vitali Konstantinov, he broke a man's hand for touching me on the bus.

My name is Katya Petrovna.

Once, I was a girl who imagined a better life while navigating a gritty, cold, and economically depressed 1990s post-Soviet Russia ruled by political corruption and organized crime.

Then, Vitali came into my life.

His coworkers considered him a psycho, but to me, he was everything a girl could want—roses, dates, and Mama greeting him at the door.

But I found out why no one tells Vitali 'no,' and that I was no exception. Now, there is no way out—not for me, and not for my family.

I never thought this would be my story. I went from an office desk at the Administrative Building to my shaking fingers on the grip of a Makarov pistol pressed up against a man's throat. From cabbage pirogi to caviar and fur coats.

To wearing his collar made of pure gold.

My name is Katya Petrovna.

Vitali was my best decision.

And he could be my last.

Tropes (spoilers ahead!):

Crime / Dark Mafia Romance

Morally Gray MMC

Bad Boy / Good Girl

He Falls First

Secret Identity

Hurt / Comfort

Healing

Found Family

‘Touch her and die’

Obsessive / Possessive

Stalking

This title contains sensitive themes and sensual scenes with the background of an organized crime world that is both dark and exciting. Proceed at your own risk.