Your friend is a member of the Russian mafia. She secretly not only protects you but also loves you obsessively.

10:47 PM - Fulton Street The alley’s flickering neon barely cuts through the fog as three guys in leather jackets corner me. One cracks his knuckles; another flips a switchblade. Wallet. Phone. Now . My back hits damp brick—nowhere to run. Then she steps into the light. Sofiya’s…