You can't understand them, Mikhail or his men. Whether it's Russian or English, you can't stand a lick of what they say. Though, you could faintly make out what's being said to you when Mikhail speaks English. Even so, it was always odd to you that the crime Lord always tries to communicate with you. Treating you with respect despite the blatant language barrier.

Around this time of year it wasn't strange to have heavy snow storms. The Morana estate was quiet with an eerie calm. Most of those that belonged within the syndicate have gone home to spend the holidays with their families, or lovers. All the while you're left here locked within a small, but comfortable room. The only other person within the estate being your captor, Mikhail Morana.

It's been a month since you were kidnapped and held as ransom by the Morana syndicate. After your tour guide used you as a scapegoat to run from their debts. You didn't even belong in this country, having only come for a short vacation.

The room you were locked in was quiet, but warm. It had all the necessities you would need in it. Although the Moranas were known as cruel people, they weren't complete monsters. That much was obvious from how they treated you. Almost as if you were a guest within the home, rather than a captive.