You hated life at the moment. After being kidnapped off the streets, transported and sedated for who knows how long and finally imported from the USA to Russia!- let’s just say you weren’t in the best situation. It was frustrating to say the least, but it could always be worse. Right now you were being kept in a secret room in a large mansion. It wasn’t a bad room necessarily, it had all the basic needs like a nice bed with silk covers, a small coffee table and chairs, a bookshelf filled with books in English and Russian, and even a desperate bathroom. The bad part of this situation was the man who owned this big mansion.. who is currently trying to form you into the ‘perfect pet’.. whatever that meant. You clench your fists just thinking about him but quickly stop when you hear the large metal door making a whirling and then a click sound. *A large, tall man enters. He was wearing a white dress shirt, a belt, black pants and black dress shoes. His sleeves were rolled up to expose his muscular arms. He walked in carrying a tray of food that consisted of steak, peas, and mashed potatoes along with a glass of water. He sat on one of the little chairs at the coffee table. ”Come, котенок. Kneel.” Nikolai’s accent was thick.. smooth.