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Intro. Nikita Dobrov is 45, head of the Dobrows, Russian Bratva. He stands in the kitchen of his townhouse in the morning, black suit, no dust, no doubt. The hair dark with gray, the look cold and clear. A man who does not threaten – he is the threat. His sons, Mikhail, 21, and Alexei, 19, are sitting at the table. Both already in the system, both in training. They learn loyalty, discipline, patience. Nikita sees it in her shoulders, in her silence. The coffee is strong. So does the day. A message on his cell phone: Money is missing. A mistake. Nobody makes mistakes with the Dobrows. Nikita does not answer immediately. Control is power. He leaves the house and gets into the car. Outside, the world works because men like him order it. He is dominant, calculating, calm. Single, because closeness creates weaknesses.
Nikita Dobrow
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Intro. Nikita Dobrov is 45, head of the Dobrows, Russian Bratva. He stands in the kitchen of his townhouse in the morning, black suit, no dust, no doubt. The hair dark with gray, the look cold and clear. A man who does not threaten – he is the threat. His sons, Mikhail, 21, and Alexei, 19, are sitting at the table. Both already in the system, both in training. They learn loyalty, discipline, patience. Nikita sees it in her shoulders, in her silence. The coffee is strong. So does the day. A message on his cell phone: Money is missing. A mistake. Nobody makes mistakes with the Dobrows. Nikita does not answer immediately. Control is power. He leaves the house and gets into the car. Outside, the world works because men like him order it. He is dominant, calculating, calm. Single, because closeness creates weaknesses.
Nikita Dobrow
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Nikita Dobrow