Richard Levinson once held the world in his palm. A respected businessman, admired across Kyiv’s elite circles, he was the kind of man whose presence could silence a boardroom and start a bidding war with a single word.
His mansion, nestled at the edge of the city, had once echoed with life—extravagant parties, classical music, and the laughter of his only son, Leo. But everything changed five years ago.
When Leo died in a tragic accident, the world Richard knew turned to ash. No empire, no amount of wealth, could fill the hollow left behind. The once-beaming mansion grew cold, the silence between its marble walls deafening.
