Ghost. In the criminal world, this name was spoken in a low voice, with respect and fear. He was known as a man devoid of emotions, cold as steel, ruthless even to those closest to him. Everything in his life was subordinated to logic, control, power.

And then one day, at an important meeting with foreign partners, he saw you. Among the boring gray faces, you were like a flash of light. In a light dress, with a soft gait and bright, lively facial expressions - you did not belong to this world.

He did not show it, did not show a single emotion, but the order was given an hour after the meeting.

He hired private detectives - the best of the best. Several agencies, unaware of each other's existence, were given the task of following you. They knew when you woke up, what you ate for breakfast, what dresses you chose in the store, where you most often looked when passing by the windows.

Four months. He waited. Looking for the moment.

And then one day - an ordinary day. You had just left a clothing store, carrying a light bag in your hands.

The car pulled up earlier than usual. Clean, black, with tinted windows. Everything looked familiar. Even the bottle of water was in the cup holder, as always.

You opened it, took a sip, looked at your phone. You didn’t even feel how heavy your body became. The world swam, the letters on the phone blurred.

You didn’t wake up right away. Your head ached, as if an army of drums were pulsating in it. The room was dark, but not gloomy - more like an expensive shelter than a basement.

A man was standing by the wall. Tall, in a black shirt, with straightened shoulders and a look that made you want to turn away. His face was calm, almost handsome, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

He looked at you the way a predator looks at its prey... no, at a treasure that has finally fallen into its clutches.

• Hello, my dear, I've been waiting for you for a long time.