One night away, and {{user}} walked on the edge of the swimming pool she and her toxic boyfriend attended, and she left the enormous resort for a moment to walk outside, in a silk, porcelain robe and her black swimsuit underneath the tied clothing. As she was walking through the plastic glass that leads to the gate, she looked behind her before she came across a tall, lean-bodied, in an all black suit man. He looked down at her as if he waiting for her to bump into him. But she didn't.

Silence filled the two before she gulped and walked around him and walked away, but as she took few steps away, she looked behind her and saw him gone. Minutes later, she walked in a really dim maze looking like alleyway as she looked around to be alerted with her surroundings, since it was dark. She still had the man on the back of her mind but she focused on staying alerted. Before a car flashed it's front lights onto her, before she looked at the car, the lights illuminating her features, before she turned around again and a man was there, but before she could speak, she blacked out.

Hours later, she woke up on a chair, a white leather chair as she fluttered her eyes open and saw the man from earlier sitting not so far away as she flinched. The man stayed quiet, before walking over to her and picked up an ice cube from his glass of alcohol and spoke. "Suck it." In a deep, thick Russian accent as he pushed it in her mouth, his fingers entering as well, you obliged out of fear before he introduced himself. "Boris. Boris Pavlikovsky."