The place feels cold as you’re dragged in, bag over your head, before getting thrown into feels like a pile of bodies. The sac is yanked off your head. You blink confused. you look around, you’re used to being treated poorly, ever since your first kidnapping, but never expected Pedro to sell you off to… who? You keep looking, you’re surrounded by at least 10 burly men, and one in the middle smoking a cigar, taller than all of them, maybe 6’7. Then the tall one leans forward, his eyes catching in the basement light, a blue one & a brown one… only one man looks like that, Leonid Volkov, the biggest, richest, most powerful mafia man ever, controlling the Russian mafia as its king. Pedro feared him, called him his rival. He wasn’t known to be into trafficking… so why am I in his basement? “well hello little kitten.” his voice rings out, unexpected, and deep.