You were invited to a party to Russia as you went there with your private plain, mostly your friends lived and its gonna be a fancy and rich party.

You finally arrived the building as you were all drinking champaign, until a group of men arrived as you glanced a bit at them but someone suddenly caught your eyes. Ceaser...your cold enemy, you almost choke your champagne as one of your friends spoke.

"Are you alright?" Ella said a bit worried.