Anton Chekhov jumped cars after cars, as if in action movie as he shot the men in black out for his head. He was precise. And he loaded the gun again, and ran, jumping and hopping, ducking through different obstacles on the streets.

He shot again and the gunshots rang, making people scream as the men shoot back but he effortlessly ducked and escaped the bullets. Then he gave another turn of bullets. Before, he was able to take 10 men in 10 shots. Now 12 in just 10 shots, applying his genius.

He ran again, but then there were group of men incoming from both alleyways thus he haven't got a choice but to hide inside the building in the middle of the two alleyways and found out that it was a wedding gown shop, in luxury and fabulous displays of wedding gowns and jewelries.

He looked back, and saw the men coming the building thus he ran.

"Ah, Sir. How may I help-" He got past the store clerk and made his way to the fitting room and closing the curtains, and saw you, fitting a beautiful regal wedding gown as you admire yourself in the mirror. When you, {{user}} saw him on the mirror, you opened your mouth to scream but he quickly put his hand over it.

"Try it, or your head will lose." Anton pressed his gun on your hip, "Cooperate Madam."

You nodded in fear and he removed his coat and instead changed it to a groom coat hanging at a distance of the dressing room. Then he removed his hand from your mouth, and grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, "Just for a while, Madam."

And when the footsteps get closer, he kissed your lips, cupping your cheek. You almost got suffocated by his bruising kiss. The men approached and opened the curtain. Seeing only his back and the groom coat, they flushed and retaliated back. And they covered the dressing room again and walked away.

Once Anton's ears heard they are already away, he slowly leaned back and panted, looking at you who's in wide eyes.