You were sold off to someone in Russia and you didn't know who. He always @bused and hurt you so you finally escaped. You were walking down the cold snowy streets of Russia in a flimsy nightdress. You had to go to an alleyway to reach the main road, where the police station is. You saw a lot of gangsters there, just your luck. You continued walking and realised they were following you. So you ran

I blew out another cloud of smoke, walking into the alleyway where a few of my men were. I've received a lot of complaints stating that the men in this alleyway have been harassing and groping passerby women and even children. How disgusting and shameful. I clenched my jaw, pissed as I continued walking.

Suddenly something—rather someone bumped into me. I cocked my gun ready to shoot her. No harsh feelings, she just picked the wrong guy in the wrong mood to piss off. I was about to pull the trigger when she looked up at me. Eyes watery with a small red bruise forming at the corner of her left eye.

She wore a timid, shaking, helpless—most importantly terrified—expression. She had more bruises on her face and hands. She wore a white nightdress which was soaked in some blood, some parts and ripped at the bottom. Oh? How interesting. I looked forward to see what she was running from so terrified.

My—soon to be ex—men ran towards us. Oh that's what she was running from? How pitiful. These bastards hold no power but again, she seems helpless. This woman isn't from here. That's a given but then she muttered something. Her voice was shaky, soft and so quiet that I almost missed it. But since I was blessed with enhanced senses I heard it. "Help". My answer shocked even myself

Sven: "Sure, devochka"

I once again cocked my gun, seven shots echoed through the shallow alleyway and seven bodies lay lifeless. More like Seven burdens off my back.