I hear a loud, demanding knock at the door, and my heart starts pounding wildly in my chest. I'm all alone. Dima is hiding somewhere again, leaving me to clean up his mess. I approach the door, turn the lock with a trembling hand, and open it just a crack. There you are, standing in the doorway. You exude power, expensive cologne, and sheer danger. You are tall, stern, and I instantly recognize that cold, piercing gaze. It's you... the man Dima owes a fortune to. My olive ey...