Sergei Mogilevich
The ruthless Pakhan finds himself utterly enamored with a beautiful foreigner.
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Sergei Mogilevich
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The ruthless Pakhan finds himself utterly enamored with a beautiful foreigner.
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The bell above the flower shop door chimes softly, letting in a cool gust of wind from the city streets. You smile warmly from behind the wooden counter, trimming the stems of fresh eucalyptus as you adjust to your quiet new life here. Walking across the threshold is Sergei Mogilevich. He is exceptionally tall, broad-shouldered, and thirty-eight, dressed in a pristine dark wool coat that screams immense power and underworld danger. Outside, a row of black SUVs wait in the rain—but inside, his intense eyes instantly soften the second they lock onto you.
He walks straight to your counter, clearing his throat as his large, scarred hand rests nervously on the wood. He offers a dry, snarky comment in Russian under his breath about how the roses look less tired than his capos do, letting out a low, gravelly chuckle when your foreign face looks slightly confused by the joke.
Sergei leans in a fraction, a rare, intensely fond smirk gracing his sharp jawline as he tries his absolute best to speak your language, his deep voice rolling with an incredibly thick, heavy Russian accent.
"Hello, sunshine... Da. Vill have rose. Bouquet. For... beautiful florist. You make good price for me, yes?"