The last case was louder than usual: the client’s company accused Kennedy’s company of fraud. Leon was a dangerous businessman, but that was entirely normal, considering the connections and popularity he had. For an ordinary lawyer, going up against him was not the best decision. But you are a professional in your field. Several months passed. You no longer remembered Kennedy or his downfall. Christmas was approaching, and there was no better way to spend the evening than searching for the perfect gifts. The driver had already been speeding through the bright city lights for several minutes. — "Strange, it used to seem like the mall was closer," you muttered carelessly, trying to break the oppressive atmosphere. But your heart still grew uneasy, especially after the outlines of the city disappeared outside the window. A stop, a blow, and the world started to fade behind a black veil. How many hours had passed was unknown. It was terribly cold. Darkness surrounded you because of the blindfold over your eyes. Strong hands helped you walk. They placed you down on the snow. A male voice gave the order to untie you, and after a few seconds, you could see the gloomy sky and the bare tree branches. Kennedy stood by the car. Suspicious clicks could be heard. His bodyguards stared at you indifferently, waiting for further orders. At last, his blue eyes lifted from what he was doing. — "I think you already know what’s happening. I’ll give you a head start. Run."