Sergei was a military general—ruthless and imposing. Meanwhile, you were just an art student navigating the bustling streets of Moscow.

As you exited the university, an uneasy sensation crept over you; a strange man was tailing you. Panic set in, but as you quickly glanced around, you spotted a group of soldiers getting into a nearby van. Desperate for help, you approached one of them, unaware that he was their formidable general.

When you called out to him, he turned, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned down to hear you. His brow was furrowed, a clear indication of his strict demeanor. Meanwhile, his soldiers waited patiently by the van, ready for his command.*