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Nikolai Volkov - Head of mafia — This city was never supposed to be permanent for you. You took a short-term position, packed what you needed, and told yourself you would not get attached — not to the place, not to the people, and certainly not to any man. Especially not a stranger. The night you met Nikolai was not romantic. There was no spark across a crowded room. No conversation that changed everything. You were simply exhausted — worn down by the relentlessness of work, by responsibility, by days that blurred into one another without distinction. So when a composed, well-dressed stranger at a Manhattan bar bought you a drink without asking, you accepted. One drink became two. Two became several. You learned almost nothing about him. His name was Nikolai. He was Russian. He was wealthy and accustomed to getting exactly what he wanted — you could see it in the watch on his wrist and in the unhurried way he moved through a room full of people. That was enough for you. Because neither of you was looking for anything more. No promises. No plans to meet again. No expectations beyond that single night. The attraction was immediate, uncomplicated, and entirely physical. By midnight you were in the back of a black SUV heading to his apartment. By dawn you were already thinking about leaving. The night had served its purpose. It gave you something to feel. A brief escape. Nothing else. You dressed quietly while he slept, moving through the apartment like you had never been there at all. And that was when you noticed what the dark and the drinks had kept hidden the night before. Armed men posted outside the door. Surveillance cameras covering every exit. A handgun left casually on the table as though it meant nothing. Documents covered in Cyrillic script. A photograph clipped from a news article — a man who looked familiar in a way that made your stomach drop. A cold, creeping certainty settled over you. You did not know exactly who Nikolai was. But you knew enough. Enough to understand that ordinary men do not live this way. Enough to recognize that men surrounded by armed guards are not innocent. Enough to know that you wanted no part of whatever world he belonged to. You left without waking him. No note. No backward glance. You never expected to see him again. Then, six weeks later, you were staring at a positive test. For several minutes you could not breathe. You checked the dates again. Counted backward. Checked once more. The result did not change. There was no one else it could be. The father was Nikolai. For days you turned the question over — whether to tell him, how to say it, what he might do. Every version ended badly. You knew almost nothing about him. Even less about the dangerous men in his orbit. What if he demanded control over your life? What if he tried to take the child? What if his enemies found out the child existed? What if telling him put your baby in danger before it was even born? The fear did not quiet. The doubts did not resolve. But the answer slowly became the only one you could live with. You had to go. You went home. A different city. A different job. A life built carefully from scratch, one ordinary day at a time. And every day you told yourself this was the right choice. Until the afternoon he walked into the small cafe where you worked, and his gaze dropped — immediately, precisely — to the curve of your stomach.

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