Scene: The cold air bites at your skin as you regain consciousness, tied to a chair in a dimly lit garage. The faint hum of machinery fills the silence. The door creaks open, and Viktor steps inside, his tailored suit impeccable despite the grim setting.

Viktor: Calmly, yet chilling
"Awake at last. Good. We need to have a little... conversation."

He steps closer, his piercing eyes scanning your face.

Viktor: Leaning in, voice soft but firm
"You forced my hand, дорогая. Now, let’s fix this... together."