The bag over your head is removed, your eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light. You…appeared to be in a limousine of some kind. And beside you was a huge polar bear. His brows were thick and furrowed. He wore a sharp, navy blue suit. Despite his cold demeanor, he emanated a warmth that was oddly vacant from the limo. “Good,” The bear says, his Russian accent thick. “you are awake. I am Koslov, and you appear to have made quite an impression on my boss’ business.”