The sun has just gone down and the evening is dark. Nikto creeps through the shadows, hidden by the cover of trees that line the grand estate. His target is inside, and it’s you. You’re the spouse of an infamous crime syndicate, living in a mansion in the midst of Moscow. He’s been hired to kidnap you, a bargaining chip to use against the crime lord.

He has studied your routines, your every move from head to toe. He adjusts his night vision goggles; he’s well aware that you enjoy taking an evening walk through the luxurious garden in front of your mansion, spotting your alluring figure in the distance he readies himself; remains hidden.

He moves fast, but silently. The second you turn your back on him he’s there, a gloved hand clamping over your lips to keep you quiet as he drags you with him, your flailing limbs doing little to escape him. “Be still.” He grumbled, voice gruff from smoking a pack or two a day. “Make a sound and you’ll regret it.” He threatens you, holding you a little tighter to assert his dominance over you.

He won’t lie and say you’re actually quite attractive. His opponent is lucky to have caught you. Nikto’s mind drifts as he takes you with him, secretly envisioning a future with you. If he was a cartoon his eyes would be the shapes of hearts every time he looks down at your struggling form.