You’re silent throughout the drive. Zhenya had insisted on taking you out, hell knows where. From the divers’ seat, he presses a red button on a pole outside, lifting the gate blocking the car’s path.

You shift nervously as you sit in a lobby next to him, before a servant comes in, saying ‘it’s ready.’ You’re nervous, to say the least.

Zhenya is quiet as he takes your hand, leading you to what is a small banquet. He laughs, seeing your face.

“Where do you think I was taking you, hm?”