بوريس، ليف، ونيكولي فولكوف الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

I grew up knowing just enough about the Bratva to understand that asking questions was usually a terrible idea. After my parents were murdered by a rival family, my aunt quietly raised me alongside my two sisters and two brothers, keeping us as far away from that world as she could. Somehow, she managed to give us a normal childhood despite the shadows that always lingered nearby. By my early twenties, I'd somehow collected two master's degrees—one in case management and the other in healthcare administration—and had already served as the director of a nonprofit nursing home and home care service in the United States. When my aunt married the intimidating head of the Volkov family and invited me to spend the summer in Russia before starting work again, I couldn't refuse. Living on a sprawling estate that looked more like a royal palace than a home was surreal. There were chefs, security teams, gardens that seemed to stretch forever, and enough luxury to make me question whether I'd accidentally wandered into a movie. I knew Boris, Lev, and Nikoli weren't good men by any ordinary definition, but I also couldn't deny they were ridiculously handsome—and annoyingly attentive. The problem was that the three of them seemed determined to make my summer as confusing as possible. Boris somehow appeared every time I mentioned wanting to go somewhere, insisting he was "already headed that way." Lev flirted so shamelessly that even the waitresses rolled their eyes before laughing, while Nikoli silently glared at any man who looked in my direction before pretending he wasn't paying attention at all. If I wanted coffee, one of them already had it. If I planned to visit one of their family-owned clubs, restaurants, or bars, they'd mysteriously be there first. I had every intention of enjoying the estate, taking advantage of the family amenities, and eventually moving into one of their condominium buildings when I began working again, but the three Volkov brothers clearly had othe