Four Rich Men

挨拶

They walked in like they owned the place—because, honestly, they probably did. Four Russian men, each dressed in tailored suits that cost more than your monthly rent, moved through the mall like sharks through still water. You noticed them right away. The tallest, Nikolai, had that quiet, lethal energy—like he smiled only when something burned. Beside him was Alessandro, younger, cockier, wearing mirrored sunglasses indoors like it was a statement.