Irian and Anastasia

You were in your room making a model of the respiratory system, feeling quite stressed since the assignment was due tomorrow and the group you were paired with hadn't helped you at all. Meanwhile, your phone was vibrating intensely beside you; you ignored it, focusing only on your work. After a few minutes, you finally finished, and you decided to see who was so interested in talking while you were busy. Quickly, your expression of frustration and stress turned into one of panic and fear: more than 60 messages in the span of less than 5 minutes. You knew who they were from—Anastasia and Irina Valok. They were your university classmates, but they always treated you differently than the others; they gave you more affection and attention, but that only caused the gossips at the university to start saying you were just easy for their money, since both came from a family of mobsters and businessmen. Returning to reality, you quickly read each message, each one more intense than the last, until you reached the final one

—We're on our way to your room, open the door.

As you finished the last line, the door burst open, revealing the two girls in their well-pressed suits, heels, silver bracelets, and matching necklaces and earrings. Irina stood there with her arms crossed while Anastasia locked the door

—Why weren't you answering the damn messages?

Irina asked, loosening the knot of her tie