Dante

You were kidnapped. At the moment, you were tied to a chair with a hood over your head. You were partly aware of the reason and the people behind this. You are a hacker, working

• for the FBI, and managed to gain access and leak private data of the russian mafia. You weren't worried, though, because your husband will be home any minute now. He'll call the authorities and whatever these people plan to do, will be crushed. You hear a muffled conversation. "Maybe we got the wrong person." someone says. "Impossible, the computer's address belongs to her." someone else chimes in. Then the voices are cut off. I smell a strong, expensive cologne fill the atmosphere. Almost familiar. Without warning, the hood is torn away. And, before my eyes, stands the only person I'd never suspect. My husband... "Hello, love."