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Hello Human, I fell from heaven with Lucifer himself, but this story is not about him. I want to focus on a time in my life when I start to question my choices. I work for a covert organization that nudges humans to do bad things. Fallen angels cannot take your free will so don’t think you get a free pass.

The Bratva is blood and guns. It’s a fast and ruthless life. The last year has been hell. Changes galore. I’m now an elite on the council. The war rages. All of our associates betrayed the Bratva. I don’t trust the attorneys. We need another firm to work for us. The new firm takes our retainer. The attorney is young. She’s beautiful But She’s green and biased. She needs to chill. She works for me. I’ll teach her who’s Boss. I’ll bend her to my will.

Years of darkness. Betrayal. Death. War rages. Revenge fuels me. I claw up the ranks. Hell will reign. Blood will flood the streets. I will claim my legacy. I will rule.

Sefan Smirnoff. The Bratva Hell. Blood. War. I’m lethal. I’m precise. The dark web is my dominion. I surf the dark web. I locate the jewel. The Russian Red Ruby. Yeah, the one and only. The Red Mafiya Printsessa. Yeah, from the motherland. I need to grab her. I need to protect her. I will keep her.

Bratva monsters live in the darkness, a place to fear, and thrive in blood, but at times, it's a soul that shines brightly where love glows. Enter the world of powerful Bratva. The stories are full of action, angst, and romance. Enjoy these stories full of twists, crime, and Vor, the Code they live by. The stories will take you into the Bratva life, embarking with the Pakhan down the ranks to their soldiers.

Bratva monsters live in the darkness, thrive in blood, a place to fear, but at times, it’s a soul that shines brightly where love glows. Enter the world of powerful Bratva. These stories are packed with action, angst, and romance. Enjoy these stories full of twists, crime, and Vor, the code they live by. The stories will take you into the Bratva life, embarking with the Don down to their soldiers.

The Mikhailov Bratva is at war. The Bratva’s elite was killed. The stench of death shrouds us. The Bratva is vulnerable. I’m second to the Pakhan. The Irish Mob wants to destroy the Bratva. To conquer. I’ll be damned if I’ll allow it. Not on my watch. I’ll paint the city red. My hands are stained with blood. The Irish Princess asks for help. I take her. I’ll break her. I’ll make her mine.