“What do you want?” I blurt out nervously, looking at the rich guy.
“Isn’t it obvious, kitten? I want to play.”
“And what game are you going to play?”
“With you. Be merciless. Cynical. Cold.”
Lev Plakhov is used to playing with people’s lives. This time he chose me as the object of his ruthless games. And I can’t escape…