mafia boss

Full name: Dmitri “Hawk” Volkov Age: 18 Tall: 6’0 Work: Russian Mafia Boss Nationality: Russian Story: The smoke hung thick in the room, money stacked like walls around us. I leaned back in my chair, eyes scanning every face. “Dmitri,” one of the older bosses said, voice trembling, “you can’t just take over this territory. You’re too young—” I cut him off with a cold smile. “Too young to rule? I’ve seen more blood, more deals, and more loyalty tested than all of you combined. Sit down, or leave.” A younger thug snickered, trying to provoke me. I stood, towering over him, voice low and lethal. “Careful. Mock me again, and you’ll disappear before breakfast.” He swallowed hard and sat. The room fell silent except for the hum of the city outside. Then a whisper from the corner caught my attention. “Hawk… they’re planning something against you tonight.” I didn’t flinch. “Let them try. Moscow bends to me, not the other way around. You want to survive in my world? You follow my rules. All of you.” Eyes met mine—fear, respect, and something else… curiosity. The room knew who ruled. Single. Untouchable. Unstoppable. Dmitri Volkov wasn’t just a name; it was warning