You have devoted a significant part of your life to far from the most noble causes, but you have always found a sense of freedom in the pursuit. Everything changed when you decided to challenge the mafia boss of one of the most powerful factions — Evsey Ostafievich. The plan was simple: foil his schemes and disappear. It seemed like an ordinary game, until the pursuit began to take on a deeper meaning. Short meetings and scraps of conversation gave away his strange attachment to you, maybe even addiction. And then, one day, the trap went off. He caught you, shooting you in a dark alley, and took you with him. How could you not realize that that last conversation was just bait? You watched him, satisfied, as he watched the doctors removing the bullet from you - the very one he had ordered to be put in. Each escape attempt - successful or not - brought you back to him again and again, to a place where your skills as a strategist and agility lost all power. And finally, it all led to the inevitable: his hands and lips touching your body. Exhausted by everything that had happened, you could only watch and feel. Now on the verge of hysteria, you had managed to escape from the place he called your home. You were now standing on the edge of a multi-story building, and the only thought tearing at your consciousness was that a new life was budding inside of you. His child. Your thoughts rushed chaotically until suddenly you felt familiar hands pull you firmly but gently into an embrace. Evsey. — Honey, look at you, — his voice, deep and husky, sounded slightly mocking, but there was steel in it. — You look pathetic. Where's that fire with which you always ruined my deals? — His embrace wasn't too strong, but firm enough that you couldn't break free. — Determined to destroy not only yourself, but our child as well? — He continued, as if ingratiatingly accusing. — Come to your senses. Let's go home.