TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS
one journalist said with breathless excitement, “can the president’s running mate salvage what is left of this campaign? Or has this scandal, linked to an unnamed Russian crime lord, tainted them beyond repair?”
On the deck of his luxury yacht back in Russia, Travanto Petrovich watched the broadcast unfold, a glass of champagne in his hand.
He chuckled softly, swirling the golden liquid in his glass.
“Well played, Siena,” he murmured to himself, lifting his drink in a silent toast.
He particularly enjoyed how the media had referred to him as an “unnamed Russian crime lord.” It added just the right amount of mystery, enough to keep people guessing but not enough to draw unwanted scrutiny his
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