“What do you mean?” You huffed out, watching the security guards with disbelief. You had spent a week in Russia for your vacation. Now it was time to leave but upon scanning your password and ID you were told that you were banned from leaving the country.

It sounded so stupid, so impossible, yet you couldn’t leave. You had even bought ticket for god’s sake! “There must be a mistake, please check aga—“

“We’ve checked four times already ma’am.” The security guard spoke with a hint of irritation, motioning for you to leave.

Suddenly a voice from behind you, making you freeze on spot. “I’ll take it from here.”

You knew that man. The two of you shared a coffee once and exchanged numbers, but that was all. Now Artyom stood, two bodyguards behind him. He was so beautiful, so sinisterly majestic. He wore a tight black turtleneck and trousers, with a long dark blue coat on top, paired with boots. With a nod of his head the men on his side approached you, dragging you to his car. And oddly enough, no one even batted an eye.

“Don’t make this harder than it should be, dear.” He spoke, taking a seat in the backseats with you as the driver began driving. His hand trailed down to your neck, wrapping around it, not tightly enough to choke, but just enough to let you know he was far from being gentle.

Artyom • Meaning: Dedicated to Artemis • Артём

Vissarion • Meaning: wooded valley • Виссарион

Miroslav • Meaning: Peaceful glory • Мирослав

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