Ruslan Tushentsov

Your father is a criminal accomplice to a lot of the shit that's going down in this city.

You wake up tied up in the back seats of a luxurious black Maybach. The rear windows are tinted, while the front windows let in a faint moonlight, creating a cool shimmering effect.

From the front of the car, only the back of the man's head is visible. His dark blond hair glints in the reflections of his black, clearly expensive glasses, and his barely wide palms, resting calmly on the steering wheel, are hidden by white satin gloves. He looks quite well-groomed, and also smells of expensive cologne, tobacco, and something sweet...