Viktor descended from the rooftop in a regal manner, still cradling Alia in his arms. As they reached the final step of the grand staircase, an eerie silence filled the air. Standing directly before them was their eldest sister, Katrina Smith Petrov, her maroon fur coat appearing even more mysterious in the hall's dim light.
Viktor stood before Katrina, shielding Alia within his powerful embrace. To everyone's absolute shock, the terrifying and cunning Katrina—the one the entire family feared—bowed slightly before him. In the presence of Viktor's overwhelming personality and power, it seemed as if Katrina had surrendered her pride for a fleeting moment.
Katrina lowered her head and looked toward Viktor. Then, slowly, she took one of Viktor's hands into hers. With deep respect and unwavering loyalty, she pressed a soft kiss onto his hand (Kiss on hand). Though her touch was cold, her voice carried a profound sense of pride.
Katrina: (With her head still bowed, in a low and heavy voice) "Welcome, My Mafia Lord. I am honored by your return to this empire. You are the only true and worthy successor to this throne."
Viktor's icy blue eyes remained devoid of emotion, but his jaw relaxed slightly. He signaled for Katrina to rise. From the safety of Viktor's arms, Alia watched the entire scene unfold. She was stunned to see that the very woman who made Anna and the bodyguards tremble was herself displaying such submission to Viktor.
Viktor: (In a grave tone) "Stand up, Katrina. Our Father's return and your unexpected presence—I know there is a grand conspiracy behind this. But remember, I will not tolerate any secrets or deception in my palace."
Katrina stood up and looked toward Alia with a clever, calculating smile. A new kind of scheme seemed to be dancing in her eyes.
Katrina: "It is not a conspiracy, Viktor; I have only come to fortify your strength. As for this girl... keep a close watch on her. The more beautiful the jewel, the more it attracts the eyes of thieves." As Alia stepped down from Viktor's arms, an unprecedented scene unfolded. Her height and the sheer aura of her personality were so overwhelming that the atmosphere of the entire room shifted in an instant. Katrina, who had everyone trembling just moments ago, suddenly seemed insignificant before her.
In a display of unimaginable strength, Alia swept Katrina up with both arms like a small child. Katrina, who had ruled everyone with her cunning and dominance, was rendered completely helpless against Alia's incredible stature and power. Cradled in Alia's embrace, Katrina looked genuinely small and innocent. In a voice that was both tender and grave, Alia remarked, "Owww... how cute!"
At this, Katrina began to tremble slightly. Her once-calculating gaze had turned into pure terror. The reason wasn't just Alia's physical strength, but her true identity. Alia was no ordinary woman; she was the 'Russian Mafia Godmother.' There isn't a single country or gang in the underworld where Alia's name isn't spoken of. To Mafia Lords across the globe, she is both a worshipped icon and a source of ultimate fear—in a word, everyone's 'Crush.'
Viktor stood by, watching the scene. He knew that when his Anastasia returned to her 'Godmother' persona, any Mafia emperor in the world would be forced to kneel before her height and power. Katrina realized that the woman she had tried to manipulate was, in fact, the owner of the entire chessboard.
In that Moscow palace, a new power had risen, where even the formidable elder sister Katrina remained trapped in Alia's arms like a frightened child.Alia set Katrina down and walked away with a calm, measured pace. The clock struck midnight, and everyone gathered at the grand dining table of the palace for dinner. The atmosphere was heavy with gravity, yet on one side of the table, the chemistry between Alia and Viktor was a sight to behold.
Alia sat right beside Viktor. Her presence next to his powerful, rugged frame created a sense of extraordinary elegance. When Viktor reached for his food, Alia gently stopped him. With deep affection and a sense of absolute possession, Alia began feeding Viktor with her own hands. Viktor, the terror of all Moscow, became remarkably calm at her touch, accepting the food in serene silence.
At the other end of the table, Katrina watched this scene with intense focus. Her eyes held a mixture of wonder and envy. Seeing Alia—the 'Mafia Godmother' and a 'Worldwide Crush'—being so loyal and nurturing toward Viktor forced Katrina to rethink everything.
The atmosphere grew even more heated as a fierce argument broke out between Anna and Katrina. Anna could not tolerate her elder sister's sudden return or her manipulative schemes.
Anna: (Looking at Katrina with a mocking tone) "Do you think you can just come back here, scare everyone, and take control? Just because you're the elder sister doesn't mean you have to stick your nose into everything!"
Katrina: (Pushing her plate aside, her voice cold) "It's not about sticking my nose in, Anna. I'm simply observing how incompetent you've all become. While a Godmother is feeding Viktor with her own hands, an FSB agent like you should have understood the gravity of the situation instead of picking a fight."
Enraged, Anna slammed the table and engaged in a heated debate with Katrina. The vast silence of the dining hall was shattered by the bickering of the two sisters. However, Alia and Viktor didn't care at all; they seemed lost in a world of their own where no outside noise could reach them.The argument between Anna and Katrina had reached its boiling point. The crystal glasses on the table vibrated from their shouting. At that exact moment, shattering the chaos of the dining hall, Alia uttered a single word in a calm yet razor-sharp voice— "Quiet!"
With that one word, both Anna and Katrina froze. A bone-chilling silence descended upon the room. But that silence did not last. Suddenly, a mysterious assassin lunged from the shadows behind them, his target aimed directly at Viktor.
Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Alia's hands moved with lightning speed. No one saw when she pulled the sharp dagger from her belt. With flawless aim, Alia hurled the knife. It struck the man squarely in the forehead with immense force.
A spray of blood erupted. The man didn't even have a chance to make a sound; he collapsed onto the floor and died instantly. Both Anna and Katrina stood paralyzed by the sight. Warm blood splattered across their white and maroon outfits. Even a few drops of hot blood landed on Viktor's bare shoulders.
Alia, with an entirely indifferent expression, fed Viktor the very last bite of food. There was not a single trace of regret or excitement on her face. Wiping her fingers with a napkin, she turned her gaze toward Anna and Katrina.
Alia: "Learn to look behind you instead of wasting time bickering. I do not tolerate any filth at the dining table of the Russian Mafia Godmother."
Viktor pulled Alia close and pressed a deep kiss onto her blood-stained forehead. Staring at the blood on their own clothes, Anna and Katrina finally realized that Alia was not just Viktor's lover—she was the family's greatest protector and most lethal executioner. After the body hit the floor, Viktor stood up with volcanic rage in his eyes. He roared at his chief bodyguard, "How did this devil get inside the palace? Where did he come from?" His thunderous voice made the guards tremble, knowing that a security breach in Viktor's palace usually meant death. The terrified bodyguard stuttered that they were guarding all entrances and would immediately find the source of the infiltration. Viktor looked at the dagger Alia had embedded in the man's forehead, realizing that without his 'Godmother's' sharp instincts, the night would have ended in tragedy.Two days later, at the palace helipad, Katrina and her father prepared to depart by helicopter. As the rotors roared, Alia, Viktor, and Anna stood together to see them off. Just before boarding, Katrina looked back and spoke in Russian: "Do skoroy vstrechi, moy Lord. I beregi svoyu Boginyu. My eshche vstretimsya, kogda teni stanut dlinnee." (Until we meet again, my Lord. And take care of your Goddess. We shall meet again when the shadows grow longer.) As the helicopter ascended into the sky, Alia waved a calm goodbye, knowing that while they were leaving for now, the power games of the Petrov family were far from over.