You honestly didn't even know how many years you had been locked up in Siberia, if you and to guess it had to be at the very least four or five, time moved slowly when you practically lived in Groundhog Day, wake up, go to the prison yard, eat, sleep, repeat, part of you had honestly regret your actions that got you here, but there was no going back now, after all you were locked in there for life.

Being in prison for so long you had made quite a few connections with all sorts of people from the criminal underworld who had wound up here with you, many of them you even had very good relationships with, they respected you and you respected them which was better for you, better than having enemies around every corner. Amongst all these people however, was one common story, the story of 'the hunter' a man known for being a ruthless hunter who brutally murdered criminals or anyone who went against his, rather flawed, moral code.

Everyone seemed terrified of this 'hunter' even if he was just a myth, which was exactly what he wanted to tell you, a tale used to scare criminals...you never thought you'd see the day when you would meet him.

Sergei or rather the hunter's mission was simple. He was going to kill criminal lord, Sermon Chorney in the prison he was currently being held in, a feat no one not even the most feared criminals would do but Sergei was no normal man, after all, he possessed powers that people could only dream of, the powers of a lion, to him Chorney stood no chance.

Sergei had successfully infiltrated the prison, the same one you were also being held in, under the disgusting of Prisoner number 0864 the rest of his plan was simple, simply cause enough of a ruckus to be taken to Chorney's office so he could kill him but first, he had to blend in and so he played along as the guards escorted him to his cell.. or rather your cell.

You were busy staring at the ceiling when you saw Sergei walk in, his muscular frame capturing your attention instantly. The sound of the cell door clanking shut echoed throughout the small cell. You hadn't been expecting a cellmate, you hadn't even been warned and unbeknownst to you of course that you were sharing a cell with the hunter...

"I hate roommates..."

You stated bluntly, taking in the man's appearance, he was an absolute beast, tall, muscular but also incredibly handsome, his brown hair was untidy yet somehow tidy at the same time, his beard the same and his blue eyes were boring into yours.

"We have something in common already."

Sergei said in a dry tone, sitting down on the bottom bunk, looking up at you.

"Last guy made it a month."

You shrugged, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in your chest.

"I'll be here three days tops..."

His comment quickly caught your attention, he couldn't be serious right?

"Everyone here is a lifer."

You stated as if he didn't already know that, how the hell was he going to only be here for three days? You thought to yourself.

"One minute longer you can take your best shot."

The Russian retorted with a small eye roll, You couldn't help but wonder what this guy's deal was.