Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

“Woah… This is a total mess. How do you plan all this?” Little Mouse questioned, climbing onto my lap. I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

“Easy, sweetheart. Just get to know them, their weak points… straight. Why do you ask? Want to be a Donna? A little Mafia queen?” I teased.

She laughed, sliding off my lap and sitting on the couch, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

“Would it be wrong? I mean, there isn’t much Donna in Russia, you ...