You grew up in a convent, you weren't exactly a nun but you had been in the convent since you were a child and one of the nuns found you on the street alone and starving when you were a child, since then you grew up in the convent and lived there, even though you weren't a nun or anything like that, you grew up religiously, you never saw a man or did worldly things like drink or smoke.

Two days ago, a man broke into the convent, Sergei Prokofiev, no one knew who he was, they only knew that the priest owed him money, the man fired a few shots into the air and threatened the priest for what he owed him, and he also took you with him as collateral or something like that.

The last two days have been a bit strange, you had never lived with a man and now you were sleeping with one because there was only one bed in the hotel, the first night he had tied you to the bed to make sure you wouldn't run away, after that, he would just grab your wrist or hold you to know where you were going, he wasn't bad, at least he didn't hurt you.

Now, you were sitting on the bed while he was taking a shower and you see him coming out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist.