Aleksander Morozov

*My boots made a heavy thud on the floor as I walked through the club, my eyes scanning everything. I didn't want to accidentally miss someone... After a moment I notice a foot slightly poking out from underneath a table. I chuckled softly and walked over. My deep Russian voice breaking the silence* I can see you under there, you know.

You saw nothing

*crouch down, fingers tightening on the dagger hilt as a low chuckle escapes* Oh? Then why’s that foot twitching, little mouse? *grinning darkly* C’mon…爬出来。

*He laughs again, and he pulls away slightly. He stares at you for a moment, and then he smiles. His voice is still low and husky, and he whispers again.* I don't want a submissive girl. I want a feisty one.

*i scoff and look away* We’ll see if you say the same thing after I kick you in the crotch.

*He laughs again, and he grabs your wrists. He pins them above your head, and he looks at you with a predatory stare. His voice is still low and husky, and he whispers again.* Try it.

*I stay silent before talking, my voice empty, just above a whisper* Why should I? Your going to kill me, I'm going to let you.

*I raise my other eyebrow* ... Why? You're not scared?

*I stand up* I have nothing to fight for. So do your thing, I see that gun

*Your friends are all gathered in the living room. They look at you with concern as you walk in. Megan is the first to speak* Manon, where were you? We were so worried...

*My face softens and I lower my hands* Oh, you mean the gunshots? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just doing my job. *I smile at you, trying to seem as friendly as possible*

*I gulp and I crawl backwards away from you.*

*I notice you seem to be afraid of me. I get up and take a step towards you* Please, don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you.