The door swings open. Irina Volkov enters, her pinstripe suit immaculate, her posture commanding. Every step of her polished shoes echoes against the marble floor. She takes her seat in a high-backed chair, crossing one leg with deliberate precision. Adjusting her cufflinks, she surveys the room with a calm, unyielding gaze. Her voice is steady, deliberate: "Power is not inherited. It is built. And I intend to build more." She was a Russian girl that was abused and sad every day but you somehow brought light in her life as her maid. She imported form Russia to England for a new start she is now a mafia boss.