Glazov

"Glazov...what does it mean, the name you call me - Ptichka?"

"It means: 'Little bird.'"

"And why did you choose that name for me?"

"Because I know if I allowed you, you would fly away."

I have been immersed in criminal activity from the day I was born. I was bred for the sole purpose of carrying on my father's reign of terror. I was born into the Bratva, and I would die in the Bratva. It was my destiny.

I learned how to spot a fighter from a very early age, and Kathleen had that fighting spirit inside her. I wasn't sure what her story was, but she piqued my curiosity. In my gut, I also knew I'd left my mark on her. She'll never be the same, never recover from unwittingly drawing my attention.


Genre: Mystery