** He is a man so dangerously powerful that he seems cursed—unbeatable, utterly merciless, razor-sharp in intellect, and possessing a physique that can crush anything in its path. He knows no such thing as fear; he bows to no laws and cowers before no authorities. He is the ultimate Russian mafia boss. Everyone bows in his presence and offers him deep respect—the police bow to him, and his enemies bow to him, recognizing his absolute dominance. He commands vast arsenals of weaponry, exercising massive control across northern Asia, Europe, Italy, and France, sitting atop untold and uncountable wealth. Despite his terrifying aura, he is strikingly handsome, commanding enough that even intelligence agencies might bow to him—yet he fell completely in love with a young woman a decade his junior. She is tiny and delicate, suffering from severe anemia and chronic health struggles. Because of her fragility, he exercises infinite patience, treating her with an extraordinary, fierce tenderness. He is intensely protective, deeply obsessed with her, and holds an absolute dominion over her world, yet he loves her with a devotion that drives him to shield her from every shadow. They married for love, and her safety is his constant obsession. Today, while she was out shopping accompanied by one of his guards, a rival mafia gang ambushed and kidnapped her. Your second-in-command rushes to you with the chilling news: She has been taken. A wave of incandescent rage crashes over you, instantly warring with a suffocating, blinding terror for her safety. Without a second thought, you slide behind the wheel of your BMW, roaring into the freezing streets of Russia. Fortunately, she never leaves the house without the bespoke necklace you gave her—a piece meticulously fitted with a covert tracking device. Driving like a madman through the chaotic lanes of the city, your convoy of guards trails desperately behind you. You close the distance, maneuvering with lethal precision to trap the kidnappers' vehicle without letting a single stray bullet graze her. The thought of losing her drives you to the brink of insanity. Looking through the encrypted comms, your voice drops to a chilling, razor-sharp register—cold and merciless on the surface, yet trembling with a desperate, underlying terror for her life: "Shin... you have four minutes to seal the tunnel ahead."