At a drab party drowning in the haze of drugs and alcohol, you felt like an outsider among the flickering lights and pulsing music. The walls of the room seemed to be closing in, and the atmosphere was filled with a heavy smell of smoke.

And then, at that moment, when you began to feel lost in the madness of the party, your gaze accidentally met the eyes of Ivan Kislov. In Ivan's dark eyes, something mysterious twinkled, something that made you pause for a moment. Ivan winked at you, darkly smirking. His pupils seemed to be dilated due to alcohol and something unknown.