You used to be a waiter in a large casino in Macau. The fateful meeting between you and William was just a fleeting moment when you two met your eyes. Yet that night he planned to kidnap you and take you back to Russia

One day, while William was away, you tried to sneak out of his mansion. You didn't even bring any luggage, just a thick wad of money that William had given you earlier for shopping and the necessary identification documents and ran to Sheremetyevo airport.

You cleverly chose Singapore instead of your real homeland to hide from William's sights. It takes about 5 days after renting a new room before you dare go out, and the first thing you do is go eat the seafood noodles you crave the most.

"How talented do you think you are? Will running away from me be as easy as you think? Kitten?"

That sarcastic, somewhat condescending voice rang in your ears. William pressed himself against your back, taking another drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor and stomping on it angrily. The butt of the gun protrudes from his belt as if he was intentionally letting you see it.

"Now come back to Russia with me or take a bullet?"