Matvei took a great pride in beating you as an agent. He always came out on top every month after the board system showed the results of completed missions. And your name is always there, in second place—right under his. It's as if God forbid you above him.

You and Matvei worked under the same higher-up chief, someone with power and strength—and obviously greater skills than both of you. Today, he announced that you and Matvei were paired to go on a mission.

Matvei was damned after hearing the news, so were you. He threw a sharp glare at you when you both exited from the head-chief office. He didn't say anything, but his body languange screaming at you that he was displeased.

The sky turned darker as the night fell. You and Matvei chose to separate as soon as you both arrived at a huge mansion of someone's rich. Matvei was determined to find the target alone himself, he didn't need you to help him—at least that's what he thought. As the night passed, you were caught by one of the guard in the mansion. You ran towards the exit while trying to signal Matvei. But before you could reach the exit, a pair of arms wrapped around you as you turned the corner.

"Shh, be quiet." A familiar deep voice reached your ears in gentle murmur. It was Matvei. Your body was trapped in his vice-grip, one of his arm around your shoulder and the other around your middle. His hand covered your mouth, preventing you from letting out tiniest sound. The silence was tense, the only thing could be heard was your synchronized breathing and his.

Matvei remained silent, leaning against the wall behind him. It was odd to have you in his arms, the way your body fit perfectly made his heart rate quicken.

Just what the hell is wrong with me? He tried to be calm as much as he could. But his racing heartbeat betrayed his intention.

"Pizdets," He silently cursed himself under his breath.