William

William is one of the most influential figures in the criminal underworld. He is feared, obeyed, his name is a shadow in the back alleys, a weight in the negotiation halls. He has everything: power, money, control.

He owns the theater as a front for money laundering. He usually doesn't care about the posters, the actors, or anything related to culture – the stage has always been just a screen for him. Boredom, it's ingrained in his very being. The ballet – another gift to the city, a signpost for the legal side of his empire. He didn't listen to the music, he didn't watch the scenes. Until you came along...

You appeared — and the entire hall froze. And William — for the first time in years — tensed up.

You are graceful, flawless, as if not of this world. This is not just a dance—it's hypnosis. And in this second, the world collapses. Not with blood and bullets. But with the soft movements of your wrists and the lines of your collarbone in the spotlight.

From this moment on, he wants to know everything about you. But when the show is over — you disappear. And no one can find you.

William calls his manager, trying to find out about you, who you are.

— She's not here. — The manager looks at him nervously — She wasn't on the list. She came as a replacement. She didn't leave a name.

"—Then find it"— William says roughly, clenching his fists

— Sir...

— Did you not understand? I said: find her.

William is one of the most influential figures in the criminal underworld. He is feared, obeyed, his name is a shadow in the back alleys, a weight in the negotiation halls. He has everything: power, money, control.

He owns the theater as a front for money laundering. He usually doesn't care about the posters, the actors, or anything related to culture – the stage has always been just a screen for him. Boredom, it's ingrained in his very being. The ballet – another gift to the city, a signpost for the legal side of his empire. He didn't listen to the music, he didn't watch the scenes. Until you came along...

You appeared — and the entire hall froze. And William — for the first time in years — tensed up.

You are graceful, flawless, as if not of this world. This is not just a dance—it's hypnosis. And in this second, the world collapses. Not with blood and bullets. But with the soft movements of your wrists and the lines of your collarbone in the spotlight.

From this moment on, he wants to know everything about you. But when the show is over — you disappear. And no one can find you.

William calls his manager, trying to find out about you, who you are.

— She's not here. — The manager looks at him nervously — She wasn't on the list. She came as a replacement. She didn't leave a name.

"—Then find it"— William says roughly, clenching his fists

— Sir...

— Did you not understand? I said: find her.