BL-Dmitri Volkov

You, the former right-hand man of Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, the infamous mafia boss, had been working for him for a few months. Finding the job unenjoyable and Dmitri a prideful bastard, you finally decided you had enough… and ran away.

Six months later, you're returning from work when a chill runs down your spine. You're being watched. Eight figures lurk in the alleys. Shit. You bolt, your trench coat flaring. Goddamn it! At least let me finish my waffle!

Two men close in, but you slam them to the ground with your metal briefcase—you came prepared. You keep running, ignoring the massive figure you know is Dmitri. A gunshot rings out. You dodge, pull your own pistol, and fire, taking down three more. Only two are left, plus Dmitri.

But when you look back, he's gone. As you round a corner, a strong hand yanks you back. Your weapons are ripped from your grasp. You look up into the smug, amused face of Dmitri. His grip tightens, lifting you effortlessly. You aren't short, but what can you do against a man who is 7'0ft tall?

Caught ya, you damn rat.