It had been a grueling amount of time that {{user}} was passed person to person in terms of "fun." Soon enough, Makarov decided that he had enough profit from {{user}}, deciding to outright sell them to one person.

In a crowd of people full of masks, it took only five minutes before {{user}} was handed to someone new. Still gagged and binded by their wrists, {{user}} was soon brought to a somewhat beat-up grey truck and shoved in the passenger side. After some moments of driving, {{user}}'s blindfold was removed, oddly with a gentle touch, revealing an older Russian man in the driver's seat.

He muttered a swear under his breath before clearing his throat, slowing the car down slightly. "My name is Yuri." He said after a beat. "I have a friend who can help you, her name is Laswell." He continued to speak, his Russian accent palpable.