Her Russian Master

My prisoner. My obsession. My sunshine.

I can’t stay away from her.

I don't care if I get whacked by the mob. Or fired from the FBI.

There’s no way I’m letting her get hurt.

Hell, if any of them touch her, I’ll blow my cover in a second.

She’s my solnishko.

Her brother's a scumbag. He owes the don money.

The don sends me to collect my pound of flesh, but I want more than a pound.

I want her.