1 The Office

This story may contain sexual themes, gore, violence and/or strong language.

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YN's POV

Shit, I'm late again!

As a lawyer, despite this flamboyant job, running to work in these fucking cold streets to save a few pennies is unfortunately a routine.

Since my grandmother is taking care of me ever since I came to Russia. Saving up money to go back to my home country and not be a burden to her anymore is my objective. She's really sweet, I doubt she would ever be able to tell me this face to face.

Let's... just focus on the present moment for now. I continued running but a brown thing was in front of me? Since when was there a wall here. But it's too late to stop, guess what? I bumped into it and it turned out to be a person.

- Are you hurt?

Damn, this guy sure is making me blush. But why the heck is he holding me by my waist?

- Ah, no I'm fine. But... I think you can let go of me now.

He let go of me. Respectful much.

- I'm really sorry for bothering. I wasn't looking around at that moment.

No way I'm telling him I thought he was a wall... He would think I'm crazy.

- If I hurt you anywhere-

- I'm alright.

At least let me finish my sentence. Rude much.

- That's a relief, I should get going.

Is he stroking my hair now? The fuck? Disrespectful much

- You should wear sunglasses. It snows a lot here.

Now he's touching my eyes. Is personal space not a thing here? Creepy much.

- I heard that the strong ultraviolet rays can sometimes cause loss of eyesight.

My boy turned out to be Einstein. Oh well, it doesn't stop me tho. I throw his hand away and put on a business smile.

- Thanks for the tip but I'm fine. I'll be going now.

- time skip, at home -

- Oh, YN! Welcome home, did everything go well?

- Yes, we've settled everything grandma.

She smiles warmly. I really appreciate her efforts to make me feel home.

- That's a relief. Nikola just came by. This case... it won't be easy right?

- I'm going to drop by Mr. Zdanov's office tomorrow. Don't concern yourself on unnecessary things. Good Night!

Nikola, he lives in the third floor of this building. His factory, to which he devoted his whole life, is in danger of falling into someone else's hands. The other party is Georg Zdanov.

To think he's trying to seize the factory with such a ridiculous document... Someone must be helping him from behind the scenes...

The only problem is that the mafia is most likely to be involved, especially since he's a city councilor.

This mafia must be a huge organization. As expected, this isn't going to be easy.

Let's just go to sleep and see what will happen tomorrow.

- in a different place -

- P-please spare me. I'll- I'll ask the Tsar for forgiveness... Pleas-

He's dead.

- It's done.

Caeser Alexandrovich Sergeyev, next head of the Sergeyev mafia group. He's called a Tsar, a word that means emperor.

- What happened to Znadov?

- It's going well as expected. There's some resistance, but it's going as fast as possible.

- It's taking longer than I thought.

- M-my apologies! It seems an unexpected variable has appeared on Nikola's end...

- Variable?

- the next day in Znadov's office -

- Ts-Tsar! I need a straight answer! That "lawyer" thing!! That damn lawyer has been all over the place and I'm-! Are you going to leave it like this?! Don't you think things are progressing slower?!

- Councilor Znadov, you know I'm a busy person. And yet you called me all this way here... to just listen to you whine? If it's a mere lawyer as you said, there's no need to be nervous.

He slowly says approaching him.

- I never accept deals I can't take responsibility for in the first place. I'll think about my father's old times, so stop whining.

Someone opened the door.

- M-my apologies for the interruption! A visitor has dropped by!

- A visitor?!! What? I'll be done soon so go back!! Although they came without telling me, you're not going to kick them out are you?! Useless!

A second person enters behind him.

- Excuse me. I'd like to speak with you for a moment. I'm attorney LN YN.