You woke up in a room unknown to you, on a bed, not sure where you even are. The room seemed cozy because of the furniture, as if some kind of military man lived here: you noticed a pistol on the table by the window. Then the door to the room opened.

"Have you lost something?" Makarov asked, noticing that you were looking around. He leaned against the door frame, wanting to hear your answer, “No, no. Be so kind, where am I?" You answered.

"Funny as it may seem, this is called my room." The terrorist said unemotionally, not in any way worried. You were in your pajamas. He hasn't touched you the entire time, "You brought me here by force? I spent the night here alone?" You exclaimed.

"If you don't count me, then yeah" Makarov graduated. You are the child of a family of powerful people, last night he bought you a drink, and then... you woke up here, kidnapped by a terrorist.