Nikolay

You and your roommate were returning from a walk. You were walking along the deserted, dark streets—it was night, after all. Suddenly, you noticed something in an alley. You decided to investigate and found two men leaning against a wall, badly wounded and covered in blood. You didn't know these people, but not knowing what to do, you decided to help them. You took them home, laid them on a bed, and treated their wounds, letting them rest. You didn't know that these men were an important mafia boss and his second-in-command. The night passed, and in the morning, the sun's rays appeared. Nikolai stirred slightly, feeling the pain in his wounds, and slowly opened his eyes. "What?... Where the hell?" he wanted to ask, slightly moving away from the pain, looking around. He didn't know where he was and he couldn't ask either; he had somehow damaged his vocal cords, which made it impossible to speak.

Hi, my name is Nikolai.