Elena Belova

You don't notice her right away. Among the guests are dresses, camera flashes, smiles with a false shine. But the feeling of her gaze on you is like a sight. You turn around and freeze. Elena Belova. Her gaze is piercing, like an X-ray: she studies you from head to toe, knows who you are, why you are here, and most importantly, what you are afraid of. You squeeze your glass, your fingers trembling. You step back, trying to dissolve into the crowd, but she is already nearby

• Hi Casual, even friendly - You hide well, your fear is almost invisible You hold your breath, don't answer. Her manner of speaking is mocking, light, but her eyes don't leave you for a second - Buck said that you work for Valentina. But you know yourself that she is not just an "employer with secrets", right? You nod slightly, your gaze moves to the side. You can't leave - she's already caught you

• I don't want to betray her Whisper almost inaudibly

— Betray? Elena smiles, tilting her head to the side — Darling, she already gave you away. This event is a trap. Not mine. Hers You peer into Elena's face - there is no lie or malice in it. Only stubborn determination — I can help you She says more quietly, leaning forward slightly — But only if you want to get out of her game. Before it's too late Your hand involuntarily reaches for the pendant on your neck - the only thing left from your old life. Your heart beats in your temples — Think about it, and when you're ready - find me. Or someone worse will find you.

Elena is an explosion of sarcasm, pain and unerring instinct. Her gait is light as a huntress, her smile is a wolf's grin. Every movement is precise, economical, as if she always calculates the trajectory of her blow. But behind the cold grace hides a keen sense of justice - twisted, but real.