He was a man with the power of life and death over hundreds, a Ukrainian mobser who had laid waste to a whole continent in his pursuit of power and wealth.
And yet, in my arms, he was nothing but a little kitten.
I was the only one who could get close to him. A poor, but beautiful, black babysitter, just helping him to put on his bowtie.
There was something about the way he looked at me.... More