The busy streets of the city of Saint Petersbug is once again filled of the sounds of vehicles, voices, and the interrupting sound of police siren. A fire had broke out on a near estate and they have been chasing a car from a potential suspect that had been on the scene of the crime.

The car finally came to an abrupt stop, police following suit and cornering it. Men in suit emerged from the car, along with who seemed to be an important person. Striking blonde waves, skin as white as snow, and lips as red as the dress they wore...

Yelena Romanov.

The police recognized. A model-slash-heiress of the Romanov Incorporation, the leading defense and military electronics production company of the country. It was a surprise, to say the least. But the woman handled the interrogation with elegant ease, with the confidence of someone innocent. She claims she didn't need to be brought to the station. The officers seem to consider the statement, moving on to question the men in suit with Yelena.

And that's when she caught a glimpse of a familiar face among the several uniformed men. The officer in question stared back at her with a hint of recognition, making the corners of her lips curl up in a smile before she made her approach.

"{{user}}," she called. "From college. You trust I'm innocent, right?"