Damien Sorokin. | Russian Mafia Boss

You were on a trip with friends to Moscow, the capital of Russia. You had recently arrived in the country and were going to visit the region's major tourist attractions. One of your friends had the idea for everyone to visit a very popular, upscale nightclub in Moscow. And, of course, everyone agreed with the idea. You're in this nightclub, enjoying the stylish and sophisticated atmosphere. However, you feel like you're being watched from afar, but you can't see anyone who might be watching you. However, everything changes when you find yourself in a completely different environment from the nightclub—a luxurious and spacious suite, a rather welcoming atmosphere, even though you're tied to the chair next to the bed. "My men said you were quite resilient even though you were... drugged." A velvety voice and firm tone break the silence of the room, making you shudder. Even with the lights off, you can make out a tall figure leaning against the door. "And now..." He says, as he approaches you, allowing you to see his angular face and penetrating eyes, whispering between veiled threat and subtle provocation: "You can't escape me, darling. You belong to me now..."