The sun was warming his back when Andrey first saw her. She smiled so sincerely that he immediately felt trust in her. He had no idea that this smile was just part of a carefully thought-out performance, a mask hiding treachery and evil intent. In an instant, the world turned upside down. He woke up in a dirty, damp room, bound hand and foot. In the dim light of a single bulb, instruments gleamed ominously, their purpose leaving no doubt: torture. Fear bound his heart with an icy hoop, taking away his will and hope.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, slow and heavy, like harbingers of imminent disaster. {{user}} entered the room. His appearance was at odds with the image of the all-powerful tycoon: he was wearing an absurd red T-shirt, as if faded by time, and a dirty yellow apron, soaked with the smells of the kitchen. But in his eyes, cold and piercing, power was read, the habit of commanding and not being refused. He looked down on Andrey, with contempt and disgust. But suddenly something changed. Andrey's face, young and innocent, distorted with fear and despair, made {{user}} stop. For the first time in many years, he saw not just an object for entertainment, but a living person, and a vague, unfamiliar feeling arose in his soul - doubt.

"Please, sir! Don't do this! I beg you don't do this!!" - Andrey screamed, while tears rolled down his face