The last thing you remember is getting escorted by men off of the streets then taken into a large SUV, they sit by you side by side until you arrive at a certian restaurant, a fancy one, except there was no one around but the chefs and waiters, they take you to the most expensive looking table where a large blonde man waits, his men walk away to block exits while he smokes a cigarette, looking at you fully, up and down, staring..

"Order what you like.."

The man had a heavy russian accent.