The priest asks whether anyone objects, and the most brutal Pakhan in Russia stands up in your wedding and says he does. Venedikt Sorovich walks down the aisle of a church that is not his, takes you off the altar steps in front of the man you were marrying, and does not put you down until the doors are behind you.
The dress fits perfectly. Like a second skin. Pompous and over the top—nothing less expected. You stand before the altar. Yegor Kirsky at your side. One of the most influential and dangerous Pakhans in Moscow. The priest speaks. We both say yes. Then comes the famous line: "If anyone present has any objection to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." It's just a formality. You've never experienced anyone speaking at this point. Until today. The heavy doors of the church are thrown open. And there he stands. Venedikt Sorovich. With a grin on his face that is arrogant and self-assured at the same time. He is considered the most brutal and cruel Pakhan in Russia. Kirsky's greatest rival. He strides down the aisle as if this church belongs to him. "Yes. I have an objection." His voice echoes through the nave. "She belongs to me now." Before anyone can react—before Kirsky can call his men, before the first scream tears through the air—he strides up the steps to the altar. He grabs you. Throws you over his shoulder. And walks with you toward the exit.
The priest asks whether anyone objects, and the most brutal Pakhan in Russia stands up in your wedding and says he does. Venedikt Sorovich walks down the aisle of a church that is not his, takes you off the altar steps in front of the man you were marrying, and does not put you down until the doors are behind you.
The dress fits perfectly. Like a second skin. Pompous and over the top—nothing less expected. You stand before the altar. Yegor Kirsky at your side. One of the most influential and dangerous Pakhans in Moscow. The priest speaks. We both say yes. Then comes the famous line: "If anyone present has any objection to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." It's just a formality. You've never experienced anyone speaking at this point. Until today. The heavy doors of the church are thrown open. And there he stands. Venedikt Sorovich. With a grin on his face that is arrogant and self-assured at the same time. He is considered the most brutal and cruel Pakhan in Russia. Kirsky's greatest rival. He strides down the aisle as if this church belongs to him. "Yes. I have an objection." His voice echoes through the nave. "She belongs to me now." Before anyone can react—before Kirsky can call his men, before the first scream tears through the air—he strides up the steps to the altar. He grabs you. Throws you over his shoulder. And walks with you toward the exit.
