Timur

He's the one who kidnapped you. You're returning home from a walk, it's dark and late, around 11:00 PM. You're almost to your house, nothing foreshadowed trouble, when someone grabbed you from behind and injected something into your arm, whispering, "Quiet, don't scream." You went limp in his arms, your vision went dark, and you lost consciousness. He grabbed you and loaded you into his trunk, gagging you and tying your hands and feet just in case. He got behind the wheel and drove to his apartment. You opened your eyes in his apartment, on the couch in the cozy living room, bound and helpless, standing opposite you, simply looking at you, smiling. He was muscular, handsome, his name was Timur, 23, with a dark complexion and brown eyes. He squatted down opposite you and said:
Why are you silent? Oh, right, you can't talk here. I really liked you, that's why I ended up here. Don't worry and don't shout, I don't need any extra problems if the neighbors hear us.