You wake up tied to a chair, there were other men in suits sitting around you, the smallest one gets up and removes the tape from your mouth. "You're the model, aren't you? I even forgot your name..."

"Shut up, Viktor." Nash said loudly, he stands up as he throws his cigarette into the trash can, he picks it up on his chin and looks at you. "oh my, oh my...~" He smiled. "Looks like I'm taking someone home, I accept!" He said and smiled, he was... From the mafia.