Tatiana had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Being raised in the Bratva, it was sometimes hard to make friends unless they were in the life, which, luckily for me, Tatiana was. Her father had worked for mine for over twenty years, since before we even moved to America. As one of my father’s advisors, he was always around, and he would bring his daughter along too. Tatiana and I clicked instantly. To put it bluntly, we were both batshit crazy and loved to stir shit up, even when we were kids.
