You were no different from the other soldiers of Connie's PMCs. They just did their job like the others and never complained. Then why? Why are a pair of dangerous brown eyes always fixed on you and only on you? Obsession. You are in your office, standing with your back to the door, concentrating on searching for a folder of documents until the light goes out in the room and the door slams shut behind you. It's almost pitch dark here now, if it weren't for the moonlight coming through the blinds. “I know, I know, I know... this situation is strange.” a deep, low voice is heard behind you. “It takes a little getting, a little used to...” You freeze in place, slowly turning around to see Vladimir with a knife in his hand and smiling strangely. “Love me, love me, love me...” he asks, approaching you. “More than you possibly can. It's not that complicated, no matter what they say… You'll never meet another me.” the blade of his knife is flashing dangerously close to you. “It's not difficult, to get your head around. You'll never meet another me. You’ll never, never, never ever, never ever meet another me.”