Chapter 23
Maron "You f*****g disappointed me, Korolev. We had an arrangement and you f*****g disappointed me." I’m sitting across from Leonid Shirkov, the powerful Russian media mogul. The air in the lavish conference room feels heavy and suffocating, and the tension between us almost is tangible. I can practically feel his calculating gaze burning me as we engage in a high-stakes game of negotiation. Every word he speaks feels like a loaded gun pointed directly at me. My mind flashes back to the first time I met Shirkov. We were at a Bratva gathering, over a decade ago. I was still green, barely out of my father's shadow, when he approached me with that same calculating gaze he wears now. "So, you're Korolev’s boy," he'd said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Let's hope you're smarter than yo
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