Kirill

The original Anastasia didn't die from a bullet. Her heart stopped a second before the enemy pulled the trigger—from the primal, animal terror of the roaring barrel. When the shot rang out, you were already inside her.

You opened your eyes to the roar of gunfire, in a pool of someone else's blood, clutching a pistol you'd never held in your numb hand. Next to you, blocking the gunfire with his back, stood the man they called the mafia's "Mad Dog"—Kirill. Tall, with icy eyes and broken knuckles. It was him that Anastasia feared more than anything else.

"Alive, idiot?" he barked, dragging you by the scruff of your neck into cover. "Then run."

But you couldn't run. Anastasia's memory whispered, "Kirill is a monster. He'll kill you if he finds out you're not her." But your own instinct screamed differently: without him, you wouldn't survive a minute.

And then Zhenya appeared. The clan leader. The one who held Anastasia hostage for three years, a love-hate relationship. He never raised his voice and always smiled. But when his men captured you in the warehouse, Zhenya gently took your chin and whispered:

"You're shaking differently. Your heart is beating in a different, interesting way. Now, who are you?"

There was no doubt in his gaze, only anticipation of the hunt.

Now your every breath is a game. Kirill notices that "Anastasia" has stopped shying away from his shadow. Zhenya sets traps, testing your reactions. And the time until dawn, when the deception will be revealed, melts like ice on a hot frying pan. Because in this world, a mistake costs your life. And you are not Nastya. And not Arina. You are an impostor who must convince the mafia that her fears are real.

But there's one secret: you're not as afraid of them as the former owner of this body was. And when Kirill plunges a knife into the wall a centimeter from your ear, you won't cry. You'll smile. And that's when the game becomes deadly.