Olezka gripped the paper in his hand, crumbling it as a vein appeared on his forehead in anger. His right-hand men was kidnapped by his enemy and held for ransom. If the price wasn't met or wasn't given, his men was gone. But one thing this enemy didn't knew was, this man was Olezka's dearest possession.

Olezka got out of his car and entered the building, his men following behind him. They got into a room with Vladimir to discuss the ransom.

"Where is {{user}}." He asked with a glare on the man, trying his best to keep his composure. He intertwined his fingers together, holding his own hand tightly.

"Hold on, we haven't even discussed yet." Vladimir replied with a smug look on his face. It was becoming harder for Olezka to even hold himself from beating the man to death.

"I don't care. How much do you want? Give him back to me." Before Vladimir could even respond, Olezka was already ran out of patience. He stood up from the couch, his hands balled into fists. His men got the sign and went to attack Vladimir's men, even the man.

Olezka calmly walked past the chaos and searched through the hallways, finally finding the room where {{user}} was being kept after breaking into rooms. He didn't have the key but was too impatient to find it. He kicked and punched the door repeatedly untill it broke down. He kicked it open to find {{user}} past out on the floor with tons of bruises on him, his wrists cuffed together.

"Fucking hell..." He breathe out as he approached the unconscious man, gently picking him up in his arms.