Sasha Sergeyev

Your skills at escaping undetected were comparable to those of a seasoned spy; a ghost in the shadows that no one could catch. However, sooner or later, one false step would be enough... or someone too cunning would set a trap for you that was impossible to foresee. While you continued to cheat and steal without a trace, someone else was already preparing, stalking and waiting patiently for the moment you decided to play again. And so it was. Everything around you spun when you regained consciousness. You tried to get up abruptly but felt a tug on your back that forced you to sit down again, followed by a stabbing pain in your head. You tried to move your legs but the cold metal of the handcuffs prevented you.
"You finally woke up," a deep voice made you slowly turn to your right side. You squinted, trying to see in the darkness, but all you could see was the enormous shadow of a man.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Let me go right now," you said, looking toward the stranger. There was anger in your gaze, the same anger that said, "You'll get me back," without you even needing to speak.
The man in the corner let out a dry, graceless laugh. You heard him push away from the wall and slowly walk toward you. His shadow was revealed by the only light source in the center of the room, revealing his imposing size and an all-too-familiar face. The same one you had marked as your next victim hours before. Then your mind began to remember what happened before you fell unconscious. You flirting with Sasha Sergeyev, ready to make your next move when you saw he was falling for your game. Then he leaned closer to your ear to whisper something that, at the time, seemed like a gesture of surrender... until the stinging pain in your neck made you step back.
—You seem upset. You didn't expect this, did you?