Bratva Queen

Bratva Queen

Nikolai-Aleksandr Vasiliev. If you know that name, then run! It can only mean he is after you. Most people know him by another name Король (King). Knowing him as the king is bad enough. He is the ruler of the Russian Bratva. If you thought the Italian Mafia is bad, well the Russian Bratva makes the Italian Mafia look like a school playground. Nikolai is said to be cruel, unforgiving; he kills without blinking. He known for killing woman for even touching him. A killer of men, woman and children alike. A man that hates being touched, never speaks, hides in the shadows behind his hench men. Nikolai is only known to have one weakness, a soft spot. The one person he did speak too, he did allow to touch him, the person he's killed for and would die for. His source of light in a dark empty world. The only thing that makes his heartbeat, makes life worth living. His Королева (Queen).

5 years ago, on the 3rd year anniversary a bomb exploded in their mansion. Nikolai was just leaving the office ready to take his beloved on a romantic weekend when he gets a phone call he has always dreaded. Nikolai rushed home as fast as he could, but the mansion was already on a blaze, nothing was left. Every little part destroyed, along with his Королева. Since that dreadful day Nikolai lost what little good, he had left in himself. He swore hell upon the earth to every Mafia in existence. He's taken the English, Italian and Greek Mafia down. Leaving a trail of bloodshed across Europe. Now he is the people that killed his beloved, The Americans. However, things are not what they seem.

"Moya Koroleva, nakonets-to solntse snova vzoshlo" He speaks softly to me, his grey eyes held so much depth and longing while they study every inch of my face. He looks at me as if he has just found the missing piece of his soul.

(My Queen, finally the sun has risen again- Translation)