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:

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.

His voice echoes through the nave.

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.