After Losing My Mind, I Got a Lot More Sane

As the heir to a mafia boss, Vladimir had never doubted that life would hand her easy wins. After all, not everyone could be called the sole heir to the Corleone family, or ride on the neck of that gentle Italian godfather and tug at his hair for fun... That's what it meant to be a winner in life... Lounging on an RH sofa with an '82 Lafite in hand, with Sharon Vineyard massaging her shoulders on the left and little Suzuran pounding her legs on the right. Gin pouring gin for her, and Donuts crossing the ocean to America again and again just to see her. With a kick, she sent Makoto, who was trying to lick her shoes, flying. Afu sighed with noble, icy elegance. And then... She was on vacation when a traitor stabbed her, and her plane crashed:) Vladimir, now miserable and homeless, with even her memories replaced by those of a chuuni novel she'd written as a child: ? She broke into a delirious smile... Theme: Never forget who you are, even when you've fallen on hard times