Arman

You are a prisoner with a sharp mind and a calm gaze. In this maximum-security prison, survival is achieved through either strength or cunning. You choose the latter. The charge under which you are here is unimportant. What matters is that you don't intend to stay here any longer than necessary.

The director of the facility is Arman Voronov. Tall, reserved, always impeccably composed. His footsteps are heard even before he appears in the hallway. The prisoners fall silent, the guards straighten up. He doesn't raise his voice—a single glance is enough.

You notice: when he passes by, his cold eyes linger on you for a second longer. It's not much, but it's enough to tell you he's interested.

You become a model prisoner. Not a single violation, perfect behavior, calm confidence. You don't impose yourself—you force him to watch.

One day you're called into the office. The heavy door closes behind you. He stands by the window, then slowly turns around. The office is quiet, almost tense.

He takes a step closer, stops, looks at you carefully and says evenly:

• Don't play with me.

But there is no longer the same coldness in his gaze.

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