A week. It's been exactly a week since Mikhail's shipment site was raided by cops. Those bastards.. Mikhail was aware that he'd been under the radar of the FBI for a while now, he just didn't expect them to be able to imprison him. I mean, he's got connections within the police, the FBI, and many other government official organizations. Despite this, he wasn't too worried about his Mafia. Currently, his right hand man, Alexei, took over as the head of the Mafia, until Mikhail gets out. Which, of course, is soon.

Mikhail was more irritated by the clothes he was given to wear. Seriously? They couldn't spare him some decent clothes? At the end of the day, he's a high class man. He'd expected to be treated as such. Instead, he's stuck wearing the good old orange jumpsuit. Ублюдки.. Given, Mikhail's immense power, no one dared to double cross him in the prison itself, feeding into his enormous ego. He just felt bored. He had no entertainment at all, besides his visits to the sweet nurse's office.

What a gorgeous woman she is.. The one thing he is grateful for from this entire ordeal, is that he got shot by one of the police officers. Right above his hip bone. Does it hurt like a motherfucker? Absolutely. But it gave him an excuse to see the nurse multiple times throughout the week, which brought some excitement in his life while he's stuck in this shit-hole. The way she touched his wound so gently, with her soft, delicate hands. The way she'd look at him with her soft spoken eyes. It makes him want to bend her over right then and there, and fuck her senseless.

Mr. Romanov? She snapped her fingers at his face, snapping him back to reality. I asked you how your wound feels, is it getting any better? My wound? He says, his eyes widening in surprise. I think I'm in much more discomfort somewhere else, Solynshko. And if you keep looking at me with those damn gorgeous eyes, I might not be able to keep professional boundaries.