You can play BiBi's Vegance in the BG.

2 years later.

The sniper had waited for hours, hidden among the shadows, his scope trained on the woman in the maroon shirt and black jeans. She moved with purpose, flanked by porcelain-skinned bodyguards stationed at precise intervals along the driveway leading to the sprawling, sunlit white mansion.

Despite the distance, he could make out every detail, watching her through the crosshairs as she strode confidently, an enigma in plain sight. He settled on a headshot, finger curling around the trigger, ready to take his prize.

But in a single fluid movement, the woman turned, looking up, her gaze locking directly toward him. He tensed. There was no way she could know his location—it was too far, too concealed for the naked eye. Yet, the smirk that touched her lips and the slow, teasing wink she sent his way froze him in place. His confidence faltered just as her figure blurred in his scope, and a loud crack resounded. His vision went black before he even felt the bullet tear through his skull.

Minutes later, his lifeless body lay slumped across the rooftop, blood pooling around him as the sun began its descent.

Inside the pristine white mansion, the woman was greeted with a warm, eerie smile from a man whose skin was so pale it nearly reflected the sunlight streaming in from the tall windows. He spoke with a slight accent, his English crisp and oddly melodic.

"Welcome, my dear. I've missed you," he said, his pitch rising just enough to hint at the excitement in his voice.

She acknowledged him with a nod, her lips barely curving into a smile. "Hello to you too, Ivan." Her voice was calm, controlled, as if this deadly greeting were nothing out of the ordinary. She moved past him, pulling a stack of neatly organized files from her bag and setting them on a sleek black glass table in the center of the room. She settled onto the couch, crossing one leg over the other, and gave the man a pointed look.

"I assume these documents hold everything you need," she stated, tapping the folder's edge.

Ivan's fingers ghosted over the files, his expression shifting to one of deep satisfaction as he absorbed the contents. He glanced up, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that spoke of both trust and suspicion—a dangerous balance they both understood too well.

"Perfect, as always," he replied, his tone filled with admiration, though his eyes remained sharp, evaluating her every move.

The woman reclined back, unfazed, her gaze wandering toward the vast, well-manicured grounds outside. She knew exactly what she'd walked into, and she was ready for whatever Ivan had in mind.

Name: Ivan Smirnov

Age: 40ys

Profession: Russian Mafia (Leader of Nova)

Likes: Diplomatic and strong personality.

Dislikes: Nothing mentioned as such.

"Sir, would you like some wine?" a maid asked, her voice low and respectful.

"One glass for me," he responded with a dismissive wave.

"And for you, madam?"

"I'll pass," Sri replied coolly, not looking up.

The man let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head at her usual refusal. He picked up the files she had brought and began to review them one by one. His lips curled into a grin of satisfaction as he examined each page. "You never fail to impress me, Sri."

Sri stiffened, her sharp gaze instantly directed at him, eyes flashing in warning. He quickly realized his slip. "I'm sorry, S," he corrected, using her alias.

Exhaling sharply, Sri relaxed and shrugged. "It wasn't easy to hit the enemy headquarters directly. We suffered more casualties than expected. But what can I say? S never loses." She gathered up the files again. "I'll be on my way then, boss."

The 'boss' leaned back and lazily propped his legs up on the table, watching her walk toward the exit. "Don't miss the party," he called after her.

S slightly turned her head in acknowledgment before continuing out. He watched her, a strange sense of wonder mixed with regret stirring inside him. If their paths had crossed under different circumstances, perhaps their lives might have intertwined in ways beyond mere business. They might have had children together, a life beyond the shadows. But reality was harsh. Ivan's wife had already been expecting their first child when he met Sri, and any hint of weakness from him could've easily ended in disaster. He knew better than to test her boundaries. S was not the type to tolerate unwanted advances, regardless of their professional relationship or his position.

Ivan Smirnov, a pale-skinned Russian with an iron will, had once led a small gang passed down by his father. Two years ago, he had been on the verge of losing everything—his position, his family, even his life. The powerful Russian mafias, always ready to take advantage of weakness, had nearly crushed him. In those dark days, he'd never imagined someone like her would come to his doorstep.

Ivan had heard tales of S, the woman who sent fear rippling through the underworld. Even the audacious Italian mafias avoided crossing her. But one day, she had simply vanished. Rumors swirled—some claimed she was dead, others that she'd been arrested. For five years, the Titans gang had all but disappeared, and her younger brother, JK, had barely managed to rebuild what remained of their empire. But without S, they had lost their once-legendary influence.

Ivan could scarcely believe it when S, the feared ghost of the underworld, stood before him, offering her support. Her offer was simple: she would help him eliminate his enemies and rise to the top of the underworld ranks. In return, Ivan had to promise his aid whenever she would need it.

They had worked side by side for two years. S had never left his side during a crisis, personally ensuring the safety of Ivan's family and shielding them from any attack. Sri conducted herself as the perfect subordinate, granting him the respect due to a boss. With her strategic mind and ruthless efficiency, the Russian gang, Nôva, quickly became one of the most feared names in the underworld. S stayed out of the public eye, and Ivan respected her need for privacy—for both their sakes.

Ivan wasn't naive, nor was he reckless. He knew the power he wielded having S at his side. Disclosing her true identity to others would only spark the greed of rival gangs, potentially making him a target. Sure, he could eliminate her if he wanted to. But who in their right mind would destroy such a valuable asset, a "black diamond" like S? She was his ace card, the hidden trump in his deck.

With each passing day, Ivan grew more protective of her, keeping her as his second-in-command. Unlike Jongki, who had tried to force her into submission, Ivan understood the value of voluntary loyalty. He never pried into her past, never interrogated her motives. He even agreed to call her by her alias, S, though on rare occasions he forgot. But he knew that, no matter what, she'd never hesitate to pull the trigger if he overstepped his boundaries.

"Do you think Ivan is worthy of such a position?" a bearded man asked the one sitting opposite him.

"Watch your tongue, Lex," the other replied. "As long as S is by his side, he is the most powerful man in the underworld."

"What if Ivan is dead?" Lex countered. "Listen, Kesien, if we manage to kill Ivan, I think S will support someone else. I heard she's not interested in taking the throne."

"Umm, let's just stop it right here. I don't want to get involved in this treacherous conversation," Kesien said, raising his hands in surrender.

"How are you so sure that she will support one of us?" another man chimed in. "What if she leaves the gang and we fall to ruin? Or worse, the Titans take over?"

"You might be correct, Andrew," Lex said, sipping his wine. The party was being held in Ivan's backyard as a celebration of S's recent success. Only ten to twenty high-ranking members of the gang were present. "But what if it's me or you?"

"The odds are grim. I say let's kill her first. Once S is dead, Ivan will collapse. We can remove him and take over the gang. Whatever they have built would be ours," Andrew smirked.

"Guys! Do you hear yourselves?" Kesien whispered sharply. "You are plotting against your own boss. You should know the punishment for betrayal."

"Oh, c'mon, you're no saint yourself," Andrew scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"At least I'm loyal." Kesien stood up and excused himself to the buffet.

The whispers came to an abrupt halt when the woman of discussion stepped into the party. She was wearing a crimson slit gown, her matching heels adding an extra three inches of height. Her hair was styled neatly, and she wore minimal but alluring makeup. The woman, in her forties, looked stunning enough to capture the attention of everyone present.

"Dobro pozhalovat', damy i gospoda," she greeted, flashing a welcoming smile. (T: "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.")

"I hope everyone is having fun," she continued, walking towards Lex. "Are you enjoying yourself, dear?" she asked in a voice laced with sweetness.

Lex gulped inwardly and replied with a forced smile, "Of course, madam. Congratulations on your success."

"My pleasure. Oh—Andrew," she turned to the man next to him. "Why is your plate empty? Go get some food. An empty stomach is never good for your health."

Standing at the center of the lawn, she began a casual lecture on the importance of food and smiles. "An empty stomach makes your brain hungry—not just for food but for everything else. It steals your smile... Now, imagine what happens when that precious smile is replaced by a scowl. People start to argue, fight, break up..."

The guests watched her, captivated, as she moved over to Kasien, who was standing by the bar. She seemed unusually talkative tonight, almost gleeful. It was rare to see her speak this much.

S placed a hand on Kasien's shoulder and continued, "...even kill and betray those who gave them a reason to live." She saw Kasien's slight smile reflected in the wine tub in front of them. Her own smile widened, and then she suddenly shoved his head into the liquid.

Kasien began to thrash, struggling to free himself as S held his neck firmly, depriving him of air.

The entire party fell into an eerie silence, guests watching their superior as she continued speaking, seemingly unaffected by the dying man in her grip. "Not every man against you is an enemy, and not every man supporting you is a friend." She glanced over at Ivan, who was now standing by the door, watching her with amusement.

She finally pulled Kasien back, his body now lifeless. "Tsk, that sniper died for nothing," she muttered. The next moment, she slammed his head against the brick wall in front of her, smashing it and scattering blood and tissue across the mini-bar.

Turning back to the guests, she wiped her hands with a disposable tissue, ensuring she made eye contact with Lex and Andrew. The pair quickly looked away, terrified. Her once sweet smile had twisted into a sinister grin. "The party has just begun!"

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