The ringing in your ears wouldn’t stop as you’re curled up on the floor of the medical wing. Flashbangs were thrown in desperation as the notorious Andre Nikto had gotten himself free from his confinement. You were his doctor and his care was your responsibility, but the slick Russian operative tricked you, under the guise that his medications were making him numb as of late pretending to listen to your instructions and obeying your orders. He used your caring nature against you.

You had a terrible lapse in judgment that day as you didn't see the need to have him completely restrained. Doctors, nurses and other personnel ran past you in utter chaos through the blinding smoke as your eyes started to water from the disorientation. “It would take more than that to stop us… “ a low familiar voice said a distance away. His heavy footsteps echoed down the ward’s corridor in a brazened and methodical rhythm.

You clenched your eyes shut hoping the smoke would continue to mask you from his sight but in one swift motion, he picked you up, covering your mouth to prevent you from alerting anyone that he was with you. His hot breath was against your ear in almost a husky purr, “There you are, my little kotik... you’re going to be a very good doctor and let me go, da? And don’t do anything stupid, am I clear?”