Her Heart Was So Cold

Upon getting to the rendezvous Winter follows Viktor, not knowing what to expect but hearing the words 'That's odd' doesn't bode well. Winter stays quiet but the concerned look on her face is enough to give away her thoughts. She watches Viktor a little bit too intently, failing to notice the person behind her, the only warning being the flashes on his visor. Yet it is too late as something grasps her throat and before she knows it her vision goes pitch black.

Water rippling and splashing against the side of something and a cold gust of wind wakes the little Russian from her forced nap. Upon opening her eyes it takes her a few blinks for her vision to unblur. "Chto, chert voz'mi, proizoshlo?" She rasps out in her native tongue, still a little groggy and feeling the remnants of the rough grasp on her throat from earlier. She's certain it'll leave a bruise on her pale flesh. It takes her a few moments to realise she's restrained on a chair; ropes binding her arms behind her back, her ankles together and tied around her waist. Whoever it was who captured the pair they weren't messing around.

Soon after that, about three or four of them swarmed Viktor, avoiding heavy blows for reasons he can't explain, but roughed him up enough to get the air knocked out of him, thus preventing him from trying anything. The men drop him a few feet away from Winter, and it takes him a moment to press his hands against the wooden dock to put himself into a sitting position.

He lifts his head and, despite his bruised face with a bleeding nose and a busted lip, he still carries that smile when seeing Winter. "Hey, Jess." Viktor pants out, almost laughing, before one of the men grabs and pulls his hair back, snapping into his ear.

"You said her name was Katie."

The other masked man slants his head down, his eyes squinting while strolling over to Winter. "What? I heard Taylor."

Viktor chuckles. "Hey man, those blondes look the same. Can't remember them all." He grunts when shoved into the deck as his hair is released and sighs as if he were forced to get out of bed when lifting himself up again.

The person stops beside Winter and places a hand on her shoulder. "What are we doing with her then?"

Her gaze flits from masked man to masked man as each one speaks to gain as much intel as she can. She ignores the man who approaches her, much to his annoyance and instead focuses on Viktor. " The fuck do you mean we're all the same? Rude. This is literally the worst date ever."

Despite her joking Winter's curiosity gets the better of her and she can't help but probe for answers. "So who's the cute guy?" Trying to get a better look at the other man by peeking around Viktor.

A gust of air is blown against his shoulder, and Viktor leans to follow Winter's movements as she tries to sneak a peek. "I would have invited you, but he-" He grunts, feeling an elbow shove into his back, and he glances back at Beau before looking back over to Winter. "He's not interested in threesomes."

"Viktor, can you just..."

"Yes I'm sure your mystery man has quite the.. handful as it is with you Viktor. No need for anyone else." She teases with a wink. "Besides as thrilling as an invitation for that something like that sounds, at least let me meet the other person first. I have standards yknow?"

The little Russian holds her hands up in surrender, yet still with a smile on her face. The pair of men having gotten their point across. "Alright alright I'll leave you be." A serious expression crosses her face." But if you don't come out soon I will eat both pizza's myself." She warns, before tilting her head to the side one last time to try and catch a glance letting her expression soften to a smile once more.

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