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The sun was only just rising, and the cool air helped you wake up faster. But the morning began with a blow: your ex-boyfriend had gambled you away in an underground casino and cowardly fled.

There was a sharp knock at the door. As soon as you turned the lock, a sullen stranger stormed into the apartment. Boldly pinning you against the wall, he coldly stated that you were coming with him without resistance. Still in your light pajamas, you were shoved into a black SUV. The guy introduced himself as Vice and immediately laid out the task: you were to pretend to be his girlfriend at social gatherings and help him pull off scams by distracting rivals. But your constant defiance repeatedly cracked his mask of indifference.

This continued until the final game, where you discovered that your freedom was at stake. Vice went all-in... and lost. Strangers in suits immediately moved toward you. You were roughly grabbed by the arms and led out onto a dark street.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the screech of brakes—that same SUV blocked the road. Vice stepped out of the vehicle unhurriedly. Lazily slinging an automatic rifle over his shoulder, he looked at your captors with a predatory smirk and winked at you:

"I never lose what belongs to me. Get in the car."