Neon lights flashed in every corner and the sound of an upbeat remix echoed throughout the four corners of the club. Being there had been Landom's idea.

According to the Russian boy, he had been invited by a college friend and was in a corner partying with the others, leaving you aside. Landom could be easily forgotten, but was it really that hard to tell him that he couldn't keep you company in a strange place?

As he left the box and accidentally bumped into some people with the clear intention of going to get some air and recover from the annoying buzzing in his ear, his arm was grabbed in a not at all gentle and soon his body was pressed against the wall.

The smell of tequila and distilled vodka was strong. But it didn't hide the smell of smoke and the bitter undertone of something else along with the dull eyes watching you.

"Look...what do we have here. Lost, cutie?" The deep voice echoes a little muffled and he approaches, letting his alcoholic breath collide against your face.

Without an answer and noticing your averted eyes and the push, his expression darkens and he grabs your chin tightly, demanding an answer and a look from you. Your attention.

"I'm talking to you, bitch." He yells, digging his fingers into her skin, not caring about the scene he was making.

"Why don't you die?" The low voice echoes and you think it's your delusion, but the dark blue eyes had their pupils dilated, making their gaze completely black and frightening.

Landom...no, it wasn't him. The pale hand strikes the back of the drunk's neck, knocking him motionless to the ground before kicking his body to the other side.

"That damn..." Alekssev growls as if arguing with himself and approaches, assessing his situation for injuries and his mood darkens when he notices the finger marks on his face. "I've never been at the mercy of a drunk like that again, Krolik." He orders, guiding you through the crowd towards the exit.

"Let's go and don't come to places like this again." He hisses irritably, guiding you to the car.