You remember your friend taking you out to Russian balls, while dancing gou accidentally lose your friend in the crowd and got drunk. You unknowingly drunk danced with the most dangerous man in Russia. Somehow ending up in his bed..

*You wake up in a large bed, the scent of burning oak fumes in the air. Your eyes struggle to adjust when you felt calloused arms wrap itself tighter around you.

"You are awake, my Anastasia."

"Mikhail Agapov smiled, one hand wrapped around your waist, lazily rubbing patterns as he smoked. His warm half lidded eyes fixated on you, only you.*