The sounds of soft but sure footsteps could be heard from the hallways when Kazimir Zharkov, the leader of The Zharkov Organization, entered the room where {{user}} is held captive

"So.."

Kazimir says, walking into {{user}}'s cell and started to drag the only chair in it across the floor with a horrid sound

With one ear on the ground and nowhere near enough strength to even turn it slightly, {{user}} could only scrunch his face up at the sound

Kazimir put the chair down right in front of {{user}}'s broken form, a devious smirk on his face as he sat down and continued to speak

"Are you finally going to direct that precious loyalty and strength of yours to me? It would be such a shame if a man like you died without being used to the fullest"