The night sky blanketed Perm City, causing the streetlights to look even more vibrant. Among the dim city buildings, there was a building all lit up with red light.
Right in the middle of a Y-shaped crossroads, stands a three-story building that still looks crowded. A red light flashed in the building.
It was one of the best buildings in Perm City, the landmark of the town.
Viktor was standing in front of the building with his two bodyguards.
"Boris, Torri. You guys are ready, right?"
"We are ready, Young Master!" cried the two big n.
The three of them entered the paradise of pleasure.
Bright red light filled the entire room. In the air the sll of perfu pierced the nose. A large hall stretched wide, with sofas neatly arranged. Dozens of young won and n of various ages mingled into one. On the top floor, there are rows of half-naked won watching the scene below.
Dozens of won instantly looked at Viktor like starving humans who wanted a hunk of premium at. Facing this condition Viktor just smiled. His youthful, passionate spirit stirred at the thought of pleasure…
But alas, for tonight he had another goal. Naly taking over this brothel.
At the end of the hall there is a podium where an exotic woman can be seen dancing. Her body was only wrapped in a piece of cloth covering only the important bits, captivating the curiosity of the n who were watching her.
Viktor and the two bodyguards pushed their way through the crowd. He went up to the podium where the woman was dancing. Then his arms wrapped around her waist. The dancer's face looked surprised to see Viktor who embraced him.
"Relax sweetie, I won't hurt you." Viktor winked.
The young woman was still confused, but she didn't fight back and let Viktor hug her.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Applause sounded throughout the room, dozens of eyes then looked for the source of the sound.
"Attention ladies and gentlen, please."
Viktor drew all the attention on the podium, with the dancing woman in his arms. anwhile, Boris and Torri stood in front of the podium in an alert position.
"Sorry to interrupt your ti, especially for gentlen who are so 'excited' for tonight's show."
Whispers were heard. People put on astonished faces. Including the woman in Viktor's arms.
"As the new owner of this building, I have bad news, or maybe bad news for you.."
Viktor drew in a sharp breath.
"I declare tonight's activities disbanded. You can go back to your respective hos."
Wow!
Disappointed cheers resounded. Especially the male voice. Disappointnt and frustration could be heard from them. Boris and Torri looked increasingly alert.
"Co on gentlen, I ask for your understanding."
Bang!
A bald-headed man jumped from the second floor. He was half naked, visible scars on the man's body. His facial expression was displeased.
"Hey, you son of a bitch… who are you to stir up trouble in my place?" A cold tone was heard in every man's words.
After the figure appeared, the won began to leave their place. So are the guests. Then one by one ard n appeared in their place.
Boris' eyes were wary looking around him. Torri squeezed his wrist tightly. Their adrenaline was both ready to fight on the side of their master.
As for Viktor? She looked relaxed, her fingers playing on the dancer's slim belly.
"S-sir, let go. Please," said the dancer.
Viktor, who understood how afraid the woman in his arms is, imdiately let go of her. The dancer descended from the podium and disappeared into the crowd.
"Answer asshole!" The bald-headed man snapped. The veins on his temples stood out. He was angry at being ignored by Viktor.
"Are you courting death? How dare you yell at ?" Viktor replied.
"Fuck..."
An incredible pressure ca out of the bald-headed man. He stepped forward, toward Viktor who was standing casually on the podium. Viktor's two bodyguards tried to restrain them, but their massive bodies were pushed away by the man.
Then the bald-headed man threw Boris and Torri.
Bam!
They fell on the floor. Borris restrained himself from pulling the gun at his waist. Before entering, Viktor had warned them not to draw weapons.
The angry man stood before Viktor. A murderous aura radiated from him.
"Say it one more ti."
Viktor sighed. "Not only are you yelling, but you also dare to hurt my bodyguard? Looks like after the apocalypse many thugs are trying to fight the Romanov?"
Hearing the word 'Romanov', one of his eyebrows raised. His face flashed a hint of doubt. But anger was still etched on his face.
"Romanov? Geez! Don't lie to kid. You're looking for ma—"
Slap!
Viktor slapped the bald man standing in front of him on the cheek.
"You…"
As the man prepared to grab Viktor, a piece of paper was placed in his face. His eyes saw every writing written on the paper. Until he reads 'Viktor Romanov'.
"Eh… Viktor Romanov?" For a mont he realized who he was dealing with, and imdiately fell silent. He had no option but to keep silent.
The bald man's expression changed. His originally angry face now looked like one of confusion. He just snapped at the Romanovs.
"After yelling at , those were the first words you said? Are you courting death?" Viktor's words made the bald man panic.
"Oh no, Mister Viktor! I an… sorry for my rudeness!" The man bowed.
The people standing on each side of the room were ready to finish off their target were confused at the change of situation.
"You are apologizing now? Then why do your n dare to carry weapons in front of ?"
Realizing that his n were still ready to fight, the bald man shouted to disperse them.
"What are you doing, blyat? Disperse! You want to attack one of the mbers of the Romanov Family? Get the fuck out!"
Hearing Romanov's na being shouted, they dispersed like flies.
The bald-headed man then turned to Viktor with a clumsy smile. "Hehe… Mr. Viktor, sorry for my impoliteness. Would you like sothing to drink?" The man stroked the back of his head. "We have the purest distilled Moonshine.."
Viktor just nodded with an even expression. Then the man guided Viktor to the third floor, a place only VIP custors could access.
The VIP room looks huge with black glossy walls surrounding it. Viktor sat on a cream colored sofa with a variety of rare dishes such as fresh fruit and whiskey served on the table.
On either side of Viktor sat two young won with blond hair and snow-white skin. They served Viktor who looked displeased.
anwhile, Boris and Torri stood and guarded the place.
"Introducing Mr. Viktor. My na is Greg Solov the owner of this brothel," said the bald man. He sat across from Viktor, pouring moonshine.
"If Mr Viktor really likes this place, of course, I will give it, but I ask for so understanding, I need ti to find another place, maybe give at least 1 month, anwhile please Mister Viktor, you can use our best facilities for free, anything for a Romanov"
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