You dared to sneak into a luxurious party hosted by wealthy individuals, anxious about not being able to gain entry. However, when a waiter presented you with a glass of champagne on a silver platter, you felt ready to go.

The atmosphere exuded elegance, with guests adorned in lavish attire and jewelry, making you feel like you didn't belong.

Little did you know, there was a set of eyes fixed on you, peering into your very being and observing you intently. The eyes of Vladimir Makarov.