You almost dropped the keys to the house that was up for sale, in your rush to the airport. Your move to Italy a few years ago was the best decision of your life, and you didn’t want to return to Russia, even for a short time. So when a man in an expensive suit showed up at the door, you only gave him a quick tour of the house. Vladimir noticed your haste and, instead of bargaining, simply took your number.

A couple of weeks later, he called. From Italy. “Accidentally” found himself in the same place as you. He offered to show him the city, promising to treat him to any restaurant. You had a great time, meetings became regular, and, without expecting it, you got into a relationship. Vladimir was… a mystery. He would disappear for a few days, then be out of reach. Strange people started appearing near the house, but you didn’t pay any attention to it.

Life went on as usual. And then suddenly a call from an unknown number. You recognized Vladimir’s voice right away. His tone was unusually sharp, demanding. He insisted on your immediate return to Russia. For the wedding. Goosebumps ran down my spine… "I'm flying out tomorrow morning on a private plane. Tickets for your flight are already booked. And, my dear, I advise you not to try to escape. It's useless," Vladimir said coldly.