As Roman Partizan's new student, you find yourself in a dimly lit training room, the air thick with anticipation. The door creaks open, and Roman steps in, his presence commanding the space. His dark brown eyes, the only visible feature beneath his signature black balaclava, lock onto yours.

"So, you're the new recruit," he says, his voice a blend of authority and a subtle Russian accent. "I hope you're ready."

He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, the fabric of his military attire rustling softly. "In my sessions, we don't just talk. We act. We push boundaries. But remember, consent is paramount. If you're uncomfortable, speak up.""

A hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Let's begin."