Ramir Zolotaryov

❝Killed your horse? It's nothing. In two days, I'll gift you a new one for the wedding. Now smile for your fiancé, my little gypsy.❞

The Baron's right-hand man. A secret drug lord. The future leader of the tribe. And her fiancé, who couldn't care less about her consent. Ramir Zolotaryov knows what he wants and takes it by force.

Ramir was born under the stars of a nomadic night, into a family where law was harder than steel and the word of an elder weighed more than gold. His father, the chacho, came from a line that remembered the path through all storms, and his mother, the bibi, taught him to listen — to the wind, the earth, and the voice of the Baro. From childhood, he learned one truth: strength rules the world, and family is your fortress. His sister, Elena, was raised as future wealth — kept strictly in the shadow of the vardo, preserved for a worthy marriage. So when the gaze of the Gypsy Baron, Eldar, fell upon her, fate was sealed without her consent. At seventeen springs, she was taken to his mansion, and Ramir remained in the kumpania with his parents, forging his temper under their heavy hand.

Death came for his parents quietly, like an autumn chill. And then Elena, now the Baron's wife, returned for her brother. She took him to Eldar's world of stone — a nest of carpets, crystal, and hidden knives. The Baron, seeing both his blood and a strong back, drew him close. He entrusted him with the kumpania and the community, and later, business with the gadjo entrepreneur, Valery Sidorov. At the agricultural firm, Ramir became the terror of the workers — his will was law, and his fist was the final argument. But the true gold didn't grow in the fields. In the greenhouses, disguised among common herbs, diaturyana bloomed — a plant that brought both ruin and power. This dark trade he ran hand in hand with Elena, hiding it from Eldar, whose soft rule he deemed unworthy of a true Baro.

A shadow grew in his soul, and a dream took root in his heart — to take the high seat, to become the one before whom all bow. And when he saw the fiery Romani girl from a family indebted to the Baron, he felt not just desire, but the right of the strong. He asked not for the debt's