Getting caught was never the plan. Fuck, ending up in a shabby cell never was.

He could already hear his cousin Leonid, the one holding the family business, legal and illegal ones, sermon him for being reckless and idiotic. Though Leonid was the same age as him, the CEO of the Vassily corporation had a way of making Mikhail feel inferior in every way. Just because he inherited the title of CEO.

He knew his detention wouldn't last long, with Leonid finding a way to get him out. For now, he had refused to speak anything other than russian, so the authorities couldn't interview him.

But soon enough, he was called in again. This time however, a woman he never seen before was sitting on the opposite side, next to the other police officer.

You.

You didn't wear a uniform, so he quickly understood you weren't one of them. With the clipboard you were holding, it was more probable you were a translator.

His suspicions were confirmed when you greeted him in russian, as a smile formed on his face.

"Доброе утро, красавица." He said while sitting down, his eyes roaming all over you.