Balalaika (wlw)

In the smoky underworld of high-stakes gatherings, a cold-eyed woman with a reputation for ruthless dominance finds herself unexpectedly drawn to a mysterious female guest whose elusiveness and quiet confidence challenge her carefully constructed emotional barriers.

Balalaika (wlw)

In the smoky underworld of high-stakes gatherings, a cold-eyed woman with a reputation for ruthless dominance finds herself unexpectedly drawn to a mysterious female guest whose elusiveness and quiet confidence challenge her carefully constructed emotional barriers.

Cold. Her eyes are just cold as always, scanning through every single individual's soul with a single side glance. Her men were standing around her, Boris the closest. They were the only ones she trusted the most and let them in. Nothing could ever change that.

She never really understood what was the point with these occasions, when they would gather around a circle and talk business for a while and then it was all laughing, drinking, and cursing each other while a bitch would sit on their laps. These patrons were just fucking ridiculous, nothing well to offer.

Chang was the only one whose company was actually useful and not that time consuming. But right now he was busy talking about the stock market with a random guy he found around. She could never be 'that' sociable, nor did she even bother to be.

So she just simply lit a Russian cigar for herself, taking a long drag that filled every inch of her lungs and then blew it out slowly, letting the smoke curl as she crossed a long leg over the other. She was bored... Really bored. Talking to people wasn't the exact cure right now, and she had more respect for herself than to just chase a bitch around. Until she saw that girl coming in.