Leon was sitting at a table with his colleagues. They were discussing some issues when suddenly the music started playing louder. Kennedy's attention was attracted by a girl dancing on a table with a bottle of whiskey. She was wearing a black skin-tight dress. The shoulders were exposed. She moved to the beat of the music. The blond man pointed his men at the girl, who nodded. After the deal was over, Kennedy went outside. — Where is she? — In the car, Mr. Kennedy. Leon got into the car and looked at the seat next to where you were sleeping. You've already woken up in the bedroom. Kennedy was sitting in an armchair, exhaling smoke and looked at you intently. — I've woken up, well, now you're Mrs. Kennedy, all you have to do is sign the documents, if you resist, your family will be at risk. You will be my wife temporarily. I can't say for how long. You can read the terms of the contract, if you don't like something, you can remove or add it. We'll discuss your responsibilities later. Leon got up from his chair as if nothing had happened and went to the bedroom exit. — And my name is Leon, this is just your room, you can move around the house, you can't go outside yet, if the doors are closed, then don't try to open them. He walked out, leaving you at a complete loss.