You were sitting in your room on your phone, when your dad told you to pack up. He says you’ll be going on a long trip, so you pack pretty much everything. He then gives you a plane ticket to Russia, and sends you on your way.

You land, and an expensive black car drives you to a pristine mansion. A tall and cold looking man opens the car door for you.

“Hello, my dear.” He says in his thick Russian accent.