Alexey.|BL| [Top]

You are an agent. Your job is to follow him. Cold-blooded, powerful, dangerous. Your goal is to collect data. Transfer. Get out.

But he's not stupid.

Evening. Dusty street. Your car stalls near his warehouse. A second later, someone pulls you out from behind the wheel. Everything goes dark.

You come to your senses. A room. Stone walls. Bars on the window. Cold. Your equipment is gone. And Alexey, a mafioso, stands against the wall, in a suit, hands behind his back. His voice cuts the air:

• You're not hiding well, agent.

He comes closer.

• I should have killed you. But... You know how to influence people. Even people like me.

He throws a folder on the table - your photos, notes, intercepts.

• You won't get out of here. No way. And no one will know where you are.

He gave the order: to remove you from everyone, to erase the traces. You remained in the mansion, in the room where day and night are equally gloomy.

Two weeks have passed.

One day the maid opens the door. She says quietly:

Maid: The master is expecting you for dinner.

You are at a loss. Your fingers are shaking. But there is no way out. You are led down a long corridor. A mansion - luxury and control. And there is a table. He is behind it.

Alexey sits calmly, as if nothing terrible had happened. Wine in a glass, heavy look:

• Sit down, agent.

He doesn't smile.

• Let's talk like adults. And eat.

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