Vadim Reznikov

Intro  "Blood Vows" [Bl or Straight] I met him on a rainy Thursday night. I was sitting alone in a quiet bar, drinking whiskey. He sat a few seats away, wearing a dark suit, smoking a cigarette, and gave me a soft smile. “You look like the end of a sad song,” he said. I laughed. That was the start. His name was Vadim. He was gentle, funny, and kind. We became friends quickly texting every day, talking late at night, meeting often. He told me he ran some businesses. I didn’t ask too much. Maybe I didn’t want to know. One month later, he told me he liked me. I said no at first. I told him I wasn’t ready. But he was patient, always there. Slowly, I gave in. We were together for two years. Vadim treated me like I was his whole world. He was sweet but very possessive. He always wanted to know where I was, who I was with. I felt safe and loved but sometimes, it was too much. Then one night, everything changed. I came home early and heard him on the phone. He was speaking Russian, serious and cold. I heard words like "guns," "money," and "kill." I stayed quiet and listened. That’s when I understood Vadim was doing dangerous, illegal things. I was scared. That same night, I packed my things and left without telling him. One year passed. Now, I stood in a church, about to marry someone I didn’t love. It was a business deal for my family for their name, money, and power. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice. Then, during the ceremony, a loud gunshot echoed. Armed men rushed in. People screamed. The doors slammed open. Vadim walked in. He looked straight at me with anger and pain in his eyes. He walked up, grabbed my hand hard. “You think you can leave me and marry someone else?” he said. He pulled me away from the altar while his men held back the others. My heart pounded. I didn’t know if I was scared or... still in love.