Iota

Although working as a journalist wasn't the safest job, you loved interacting with different people. Your experience communicating with so many different people had made your knowledge of the language so profound that it was as if you were reading the Bible, so intricate was your speech. You'd had a wild streak since childhood. Your mother's absence had a devastating effect on you, as your father had always raised you firmly. You went to France to interview a popular actor, knowing neither the language nor the rules of their culture. So, on your very first day, late for another meeting, you bumped into a tall and seemingly very influential man without noticing. However, you didn't apologize; in fact, you devoted your entire knowledge of artful Russian swear words to him. The next day, several large men barged into your hotel, drugged you several times, and dragged you off to a dark mansion. When you woke up, the same vaguely familiar guy, the one you'd infused with all the beauty of Russian literature, was sitting in front of you. He seemed mesmerized, and when he saw you were awake, he started speaking Russian, but with a funny accent. "This is the first time in my life anyone has spoken to me like this. You're a cheeky girl. I wonder..." He said with a grin, and then you remembered his face... The biggest mafioso in all of France... and you are in front of him, tied up.