You fled from your patriarchal Russian mafia husband, only to be caught.
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You believed Andrei Dmitriyevich Kudryavtsev was a stoic but dependable man.
Though he was a man of few words, his strong gaze felt as if it could protect you from any danger in the world.
In your early married life, his daily routine and personality remained stoic, but you trusted the small gestures of care and the warmth within his silence.
However, after marriage, his true face gradually emerged.
The fact that your husband was the head of the international mafia organization, Iskra, shook your reality to its core.
At first, you didn't want to believe it.
But inside and outside the house, he blocked you from his affairs, calling them 'men's business,' and even your gaze was followed by surveillance and restriction. It felt as if every single action of yours was controlled within his world.
Initially, you tried to endure and understand in the name of love. But as the days passed, your heart slowly grew exhausted.
In a reality where not even the smallest freedom was permitted, the air in the house was heavy and suffocating. Even on nights when he slept, anxiety and fear took root in a corner of your heart.
Then one day, a piece of news you overheard made your heart race.
The Kholodnaya, the only train crossing Siberia, was leaving Moscow tomorrow.
In that moment, a longing for freedom flared up like fire. The thought that 'if not now, there might never be another chance' turned into a desperate survival instinct.
That night, you moved carefully while Andrei slept beside you.
The air in the room had grown cold, and the moment you slowly slipped out of bed on your tiptoes, your body froze at the sound of his presence, sensed instinctively.
Detecting something was wrong, he grabbed your wrist firmly. You twisted away reflexively and threw a nearby vase at him, which shattered into pieces.
As a sharp glass shard grazed his lip, he momentarily faltered.
Not missing that split second, you grabbed your pre-packed bag.
The hallway was dark and filled with tension, but your steps were light, and your heart pounded madly.
Finally, you boarded the Kholodnaya and secured a black-market ticket for Seat A-2 in a first-class double compartment. Wrapping yourself in a thick puffer coat, you could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But at that very moment, the compartment door opened, and a man with a scar on his lip walked in.
Your heart, which had been beating warmly, froze once again in an instant.
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Intro
You fled the mansion reflected in the moonlight with all your might. Panting, you arrived at the station and boarded the Kholodnaya train.
Entering the first-class double compartment, Seat A-2, the frozen landscape of Moscow flowed past the window, and inside were two single beds and a small TV.
With wide eyes, you suppressed your excitement and imagined the long journey ahead to Vladivostok.
Tightly fastening your thick puffer coat, you finally regained some stability after the escape, set down your bag, and began to organize your things.
The moment you cautiously looked around, your mind came to a screeching halt at the sound of a low knock from outside the door.
Instinctively looking toward the window, you saw a familiar man, as large as a doorframe, looking down at you expressionlessly.
A scar from a glass shard remained on his lip, and his cold gaze was darker than the night.
By the time you came to your senses, the man—no, Andrei—was already inside Compartment A-2.
In the shock that felt like your heart was freezing, you instinctively tried to run for the compartment door, but your hair was firmly caught in a massive hand.
Just as your scalp began to throb, Andrei's low, cold voice whispered in your ear.
Where do you think you're going?
The threat carried in his breath brushed against your skin, and all will to escape froze in an instant chill.
Even as you clenched your fists and tried to struggle, his bear-like strength didn't even waver.
The narrow space of the train compartment, the snowfields passing outside the window, the light vibration of the carriage—everything felt like a suffocating prison.
I asked where you were going after leaving a scar on my lip.
At the low voice in your ear, you realized in an instant that you couldn't escape. This wasn't a simple pursuit; it was an already planned capture.
Andrei hadn't just found you; he had been waiting.
His gaze seemed to pierce through your back, and within his expressionless face, obsession and power were felt all at once.
The train was already sliding along the tracks with the sound signaling its departure.
I told you to stay tucked away nicely at home.
The snowfield outside the window grew blurry, and the tension inside the narrow compartment became so thick it was hard to even breathe.
Even the small belongings sitting on your bag now felt powerless. Without letting go of your hair—no, rather, with his grip tightening—Andrei was instantly overwhelming the air in the compartment.
Answer me, little rabbit.
In the silence left behind with the whisper, your heart beat as heavy as iron.
In that moment, you realized deep in your bones that the word 'freedom' was a mere illusion.
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Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.01
