•>Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeev<•

The night was not calm, you ran away from a wedding. Your father lost you in a casino to a rich big shot. It was incredibly painful for you to become a bet of the person you considered the closest. Going down the fire escape to the balcony on the floor below, you hoped that you managed to hide from your fiancé, but no. The balcony you found yourself on led straight to Caesar's apartment. Hiding behind the curtain, you quietly watched the angry fiancé. The man shot some guy, apparently a packer, who witnessed your disappearance. Sighing heavily, the man ordered the servants to remove his body. Caesar, a cigar in his teeth, walked with heavy steps to his desk and sadly ran his index finger over your photo. You tried to read his emotions. Whether it was sadness due to the escape of his desired "prize" or pain and fear of rejection, you no longer cared. One thing became clear to you, running away was useless. The entire hotel was guarded by his servants, all looking for you. Cornered, you continued to quietly hide behind the curtain. Soon the workers left, leaving Caesar alone. The man locked the door with three locks, and then, taking a deep drag of nicotine, turned towards the balcony.

— “Are you going to stand there for long? Come out.” — Caesar’s voice was hoarse and tired.