A party with friends, a lot of alcohol and a cold but beautiful man were your memories of last night... The bed in which you slowly woke up was huge...

Two arms wrapped around your upper body, a pair of lips pressed to the skin behind your ear before a deep voice whispered in your ear, you heard a russian akzent...

"Good morning, my little darling."

Vladimir Makarov, you know him by sight and have often made small talk with him... After all, you were a regular guest at his parties.