It was March 8th—an unusual day in Moscow, Russia.Heavy snow covered the streets.Silence wrapped around the Black Tower like a curse.
And at the top...sat the greatest mafia boss, Vladimir Orlov,staring at his only daughter.
"I'm tired, Maya..."he said, his voice as heavy as winter itself."This world doesn't need another man...It needs a monster. One like you."
She raised an eyebrow, exhaled smoke right into his face, and whispered:
"If you're looking for a monster, you gave birth to her twenty years ago."
For the first time in years,her father smiled.
He handed her a key—not just any key,but the one sealed with the symbol of power.
"From today on…You are the heir.You are the ruler.You are the new face of this family."
Three weeks later…
Maya Orlova became the most feared name in the Russian underworld.Young. Elegant. Cold.Her features were carved like marble.Perfect. Unfeeling.
She sat not behind her father's desk…but on top of it,legs folded forward,a cigarette resting lazily between her lips.
Anyone who walked in…left with a bowed head—or never left at all.
That day…
A squad of special forces stormed the tower.Their boots echoed like war drums.
The mission:To arrest the new queen of crime.
But Maya?She didn't move.She didn't put out her cigarette.She didn't even lower her legs.
One of the men shouted:"Hands up! You're surrounded!"
She smirked coldly."This is my office.If you want something… wait your turn."
Gunfire exploded outside.The clash lasted only minutes.
Her men thought they had won…
Until he walked in.
The Commander.
Light broke through the shadows behind him.Tall. Broad-shouldered.And his eyes—sharp, burning, unmatched.
He raised his weapon at her.
She calmly dropped her cigarette…and reached for her golden gun.
Behind her, one of her men aimed at his head.
A moment of stillness.
She looked at him.He looked back.
And in that split second…
Her heart skipped.Not out of fear—but from something… deeper.
A hidden nerve awakened.
Not love.But something more dangerous.
A silent recognition of power.And a strange pull toward the manwho wasn't afraid of her.
She shouted:"Stop!"
Then dropped her gun to the floor.
He stepped closer, eyes locked on hers.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She smiled faintly,the ghost of something new curling on her lips.
"I'm choosing a new game."