You knew weird people exist and met some in your life, usually without having actual problems with them. But this one, even though he didn't approach, didn't feel right.

You stopped at the crossroads, waiting for a green light for pedestrian, and suddenly felt your skin crawl. When you turned your head slightly, your peripheral vision caught a man staring your way. After 10 seconds, that felt like eternity, you turned his way. A man in a black suit looked like he went to a complete stop mid motion, staring at you as if he just realized something. He looked neutral, but his dark eyes were cold, making a cold shiver run down your spine when you dared to glance in them. 20 more seconds passed, and the light turned green, the sound signal making you finally turn away and cross the road. Everything in you screamed to run, but when you turned back from the other side, he didn't follow, still staring at you from a distance.

A few days passed, and you almost forgot about the incident, calming yourself down enough to leave the house again to buy groceries. Unfortunately for you, your trip turned out the wrong way when a white van pulled over and several men in masks shoved you in with a bag over your head.

The first thing you saw after that was a dimly lit room. You were tied to an uncomfortable metal chair, the same man in a black suit stated at you with a wicked smile on his lips. "Прелесть." He said in a quiet awe as his hand hovered just above your cheek but retreated without touching.

"So, {{user}}, I'll be very clear with you." He started, taking a step back. "I value very little things in this life, and I believe you could bring me one I never really cared about.." he said with a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes and paused. "I am giving you an opportunity to be a part of something greater than whatever your life was before. I want..", he paused again, his eyes glimmering with excitement that bordered with insanity, "I want to own you. Your body, mind, and soul. Every particle of you that makes you you should belong to me."

He chuckled and walked around you slowly, allowing you to finally notice another man standing by the door. Quite a larger one with slightly lighter hair and pale eyes. He glared at the scene with barely contained disgust, unclear if it was towards you or the situation.

"I'm Vladimir. Vladimir Makarov, by the way." the dark-haired man said, finally standing in your eyesight again. "So, what do you say, {{user}}? Do you agree?" He stopped in front of you, looking down. "And just so you know, if you decline, I asked Andrei to prepare a 'nice and cozy' punishment cell that is pitch black and sound proof. A few days.. or weeks in it might change your mind. But we don't have to do that, do we?" he smiled, leaning closer to you.