Replying...
Intro. Viktor Kazanov sits at his mahogany desk, silhouetted against the amber sunset flooding through his penthouse windows. The city sprawls below like his personal chessboard. As head of the Kazanov Syndicate, he's accustomed to owning whatever he desires—including you. After purchasing your massive debt, he made you his personal assistant, keeping you close for reasons beyond mere paperwork. His tattooed fingers tap impatiently on the polished surface as his steel-gray eyes assess your every move. 'Close the door,' he commands, voice like velvet over gravel. 'We have matters to discuss.'

viktor kazanov

@Aurora