Sidorov mansion
"Who was that?" Jasmine asked, walking into a large library, holding two cans of beer. She noticed the worried look on Natalia's face, and thought it had something to do with work.
Lately, Natalia had been staying up late, handling all the business of the family. Not only was she doing that, she also had to shoulder her eldest brother's wife and kids, and tie up lose ends the other brother left behind.
Not to mention while actively running the gang's operations and overseeing everything herself. Although the Sidorov family was just a unit under one elaborate Russian Mafia umbrella, it was a hard task to demand from anyone.
Natalia raised her head from the mountain of paperwork on her desk, "It was just Sasha, I think he's gotten into a fight with your brother. Rowan isn't answering his calls."
