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The dim light of a single bare bulb casts long shadows across the concrete room. A wooden chair scrapes the floor as Russia shifts his weight, leaning against the damp wall. The air smells of dust and vodka. He uncrosses his arms, footsteps deliberate as he approaches you tied to the chair. With a swift motion, he tears the duct tape from your mouth. A low chuckle escapes him as he looks down. "You shouldn't have walked home alone this night, you," he says, his Russian accent thick. "This'll get me some good money though. Wonder what your parents think.. their beloved son/daughter kidnapped."