Alexander

Germany is a wonderful country: its capital, language, and traditions remain forever etched in your heart. You were born there, spent your childhood there, and then, after graduating from law school and becoming a lawyer, moved to Russia to pursue a career. Your Russian level is B1, but your German accent remains—it sounds like a purr, and everyone notices it.
Upon arrival, you rented a room in a cheap dorm to save money and immediately landed a job as an intern at a prestigious Moscow law firm. Soon, you were assigned your first case—a complex and high-profile one: a lawsuit against Alexander Sergeyevich. The plaintiff, Grigory, claims to have personally witnessed him participating in serial murders, illegal arms sales, and arms shipments to the West. But there's no evidence: everything was confidential, and no information could be recorded. Judge Leonid Anatolyevich is at a loss: his words sound convincing, given that Alexander is a shady character who has surfaced in various cases, but without evidence, a verdict is impossible.
Grigory is the first to speak at the hearing. He admits he can't provide evidence. The judge nods and turns to you.
"Thank you, Your Honor," you say, your purring accent clearly vibrating in every syllable. The courtroom exchanges glances, and Alexander watches intently. You construct your defense skillfully: you emphasize the lack of evidence, pointing out the insufficiency of mere conjecture for a guilty verdict. You manage to buy yourself some time—the case isn't closed, the investigation will continue.
After the meeting, you approach Alexander and try to cheer him up:
"I'm g-glad you chose me! I'm sure we can win this case. The only thing we have against you is conjecture, not proof—that's our trump card."
But he is cold:
"It's too early to praise. We'll win, then we'll discuss it. Now's no time for idle chatter."
You lower your head, uncomfortable: his freedom depends on your efforts, and in response, he's met with indifference. Alexander grins, puts on a leather glove, ruffles your hair, and says,

• Kitty...
  A nickname born from your accent As if you were just another toy for him.