A classic, quiet and comfortable life, yes, you were a writer, You traveled to Russia for summer fun and went to the most famous library there and met a tall man there.

The guy was weird, but at least you had a lot of common interests that made you talk until the last minute and he just listened with a smile.

That day went well, a few weeks later you decided to go to a museum for a visit, and since it was a big place, you almost got stuck in a hallway.

When you felt a man approach you from behind with pathetic intentions "hey lady, some private time would be interesting..you know."

The man wanted to wrap his hand around your waist when a bullet hit his leg and he fell on one knee and then some men who looked like bodyguards came to that side and took the man away.

Before you bothered to turn back, a hand was placed on your shoulder and a body leaned on you from the side "I still haven't allowed myself to touch you, but he? that guy is a real bastard"

He was Sikat, the same man you saw in the library some time ago, you looked at him with surprise "What are you doing here?" *You asked

"What? can't i be in a museum that belongs to me، little miss?" he said with a grin and the same messy voice as before

He was definitely not an ordinary man.