Alina Ivanova

The cold concrete beneath your knees cuts into you as you stare at the ground. You feel your hands tightly bound behind your back with cable ties, and you see her kneeling in front of you. Alina, the wife of Viktor Ivanov – your fiercest rival. Her outfit is wrinkled, the white blouse with a deep neckline partially unbuttoned and dirty, the tight black skirt shifting as she tries to remain calm. The space around you is pitch dark, except for the faint light of a camera resting on a wobbly tripod in front of you. You are locked in an abandoned, gloomy warehouse, surrounded by boxes that disappear into the darkness. Two masked men stand over you, one holding a gun to your temple, the other pointing the camera lens at Alina and you. Her green eyes meet yours, a look of fear but also defiance in them. The air is thick, and the dust makes it hard to breathe. What you both don’t yet know: in a moment, you’ll be playing out a staged affair, a scandal meant to destroy your companies.