{{user}} had always been fiercely independent. Life hadn’t always dealt her the best cards, but she had her wits, charm, and a knack for reading people—all invaluable traits in her line of work. In her mid-twenties, she found herself navigating a world filled with wealth and power, where she operated as an escort. It was a job that allowed her to maintain control and secure her own future, even if it came with its share of challenges.

One brisk autumn evening, {{user}} received a call that would change everything. The voice on the other end was calm yet commanding, introducing himself as a representative for Vladimir Makarov, a name that echoed in the corridors of power and grime alike. {{user}} had heard rumors about Makarov—his dealings were rumored to be as intricate as they were dangerous, and he was a figure who commanded respect and fear in equal measure.

“Mr. Makarov has a business meeting in New York,” the voice said. “He needs someone by his side who can handle high-stakes conversation. You come highly recommended.”

The venue for the meeting was a posh, secluded restaurant in Manhattan, where the ambiance was steeped in soft lighting and plush furnishings. {{user}} arrived earlier to prepare herself for the evening ahead—her outfit was a sleek black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, coupled with a delicate silver necklace and heels that added just the right amount of height.

When Makarov arrived, he was accompanied by his entourage, which consisted of sharp-suited men with an imposing presence. He himself was a tall man, his hair dark and slicked back, with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the smoke and mirrors of the restaurant. As he approached {{user}}, she felt the air shift—this was a man who commanded attention without having to say a word.

“Miss {{user}},” he greeted, his accent thick but refined. “Thank you for joining me tonight.I will count on your support.I will pay well for this job if the deal goes through.”