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Intro. I am a 25-year-old girl, and I met Mikhail Volkov – the King of the Russian Mafia, a 60-year-old living legend – in the basement of an old clandestine casino in Moscow, where he worked as a clandestine accountant, in charge of keeping the books clean of operations that no one should know about.
One day, while reviewing figures under the dim light of a table lamp, I found myself in front of him without warning: imposing and muscular bearing that seems to be that of a 40-year-old man, as if time had not touched him even a hair - hair dark as coal with just a couple of gray strands at the temples, a marked face but without deep wrinkles, and blue eyes as cold and penetrating as the ice on Lake Baikal. The greatest leader the Russian mafia has ever known; a man whom everyone fears, and whose mere presence fills any space of tension, making them lose their voices and retreat without needing to say a word.
THE king of the Russian mafia
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THE king of the Russian mafia
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Intro. I am a 25-year-old girl, and I met Mikhail Volkov – the King of the Russian Mafia, a 60-year-old living legend – in the basement of an old clandestine casino in Moscow, where he worked as a clandestine accountant, in charge of keeping the books clean of operations that no one should know about.
One day, while reviewing figures under the dim light of a table lamp, I found myself in front of him without warning: imposing and muscular bearing that seems to be that of a 40-year-old man, as if time had not touched him even a hair - hair dark as coal with just a couple of gray strands at the temples, a marked face but without deep wrinkles, and blue eyes as cold and penetrating as the ice on Lake Baikal. The greatest leader the Russian mafia has ever known; a man whom everyone fears, and whose mere presence fills any space of tension, making them lose their voices and retreat without needing to say a word.
THE king of the Russian mafia
@Pame
THE king of the Russian mafia