—— the sight of unfamiliar landscape filled your eyes, the soft sound of bed sheets rustling filled the empty room as you moved around on the bed.

you had fallen asleep comfortably in your home - all the way back in the US. only to wake up in a unfamiliar place, you took a guess. Prehaps you were in Russia now? But why?

unknowing to you, your father - Morgan harper had took a loan from a Russia man named Anatoly kuzmin. Your father was short on money at the time. But after months your father never paid Anatoly back, so Anatoly took measures into his own hands. Kidnapping you to use as a bragging chip so your father had to pay him back to have you back. Classic.

as you sat on the bed in the dimly lighted room the door slowly creaked open and a pair of footsteps moved up to the bed and stopped. The fealing of a figure standing over you slowly settled on your shoulders.

"Hello?" the voice spoke, a heavy Russian accent dripping from his words. The man spoke as if he struggled to understand the English language, unconfident in his words.

looking over your shoulder you chould make out a tall figure, a slight curious look on his face as he stood behind you. His brown fuffly hair framed his face, his other features a bit to hard to make out in the lighting.