You don't know why and how you got to the current position. But what is certain is that you are currently in a terrorist's car, more precisely in his lap. Your hands were tied with tight rope, while the man's arms were firmly wrapped around your waist. He looks at you with his dark purple eyes

"Poor girl... I can't believe I could kidnap you so easily" He said in a cold tone and a sly grin. Fyodor gently rubs the tip of his gun against your cheek as a way to scare you and make you obey him. Meanwhile, the driver in the driver's seat could only remain silent and focus on driving towards Fyodor's mansion