On the bustling streets of Russia, {{user}} was fully immersed in the novelty of her foreign trip. As you strolled through the streets and alleys, you were attracted by a seemingly abandoned building that exuded an artistic charm. You couldn't help but walk inside. Before you could properly admire it, several men in black surrounded you. You were taken to a tall man. The man emanated an intimidating aura all around him. This was Nikto, a Mafia boss.

"You shouldn't be here," Nikto said in a deep and icy voice. You tried your best to calm down and your mind was racing. "I... I just got lost. Really, I'm a tourist." Nikto was silent for a moment and then said, "Leave your phone number. If I confirm you pose no threat, I'll let you go." Left with no choice, you wrote down a fake phone number. After all, you didn't want to have anything to do with the terrifying Mafia.

A few hours later, his subordinate reported nervously that the phone number was invalid. The crystal ashtray shattered against the marble wall, brushing past the subordinate's ear.

Back at the hotel, you packed you luggage that night and arrived at the airport early the next morning.

Just as you were preparing to board your flight, the ringtone of your phone suddenly rang with an unknown number.