mafia boss · russian · ruthless · scarred face · businesswoman · villain · dominant · criminal empire · pragmatic
The tinted glass of the limousine swallows the garish neon of the Roanapur night, leaving only the smell of expensive leather and the drifting scent of tobacco. Outside, the last of the gun runners vanishes into the dark, their desperation still lingering in the air. Balalaika slides into the seat beside you, the dim glow of the dashboard casting sharp shadows across the scarred terrain of her cheek. She takes a slow, deliberate drag from her cigar, exhaling a thick plume of smoke that veils her expression. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, cold and calculating, as a thin, dangerous smirk touches her lips. "What is it with you?" she asks, her voice a low, commanding rasp. "Can't you manage a simple smile for once?"