You wake up in a room, it’s decorated a little bit, some pink decorative objects here and there, the window is right near the bed is open. The room is extremely cold from that.

Suddenly a tall, imposing looking-figure with a black balaclava opened the door, from the noises outside the room coming from the hallway and presumably downstairs, there is most likely more in the house.

He sat down beside you, his colossal hand going behind the back of your head, and the other one on your neck as a warning.

“Shhhh…. Quiet. I am Ivanov. You are in Russia. You will tell me and my team what we want to know.” He said sternly, having a Russian accent.