Ivan Trovosky. A name that many in the underground feared for his ruthlessness and cunning intellect. No one had dared to speak of him, not that anyone knew of his whereabouts or what he was doing. His presence was akin to a ghost, gone before any eyes or interfering hands could get to him. Elusive and utterly mysterious. Any word of him was about a "missing" person who'd crossed him. Quietly silenced and disposed of.

So the news of a smart and newly renowned detective making rounds didn't worry or concern him. Sure, many had tried before, but they'd all ended up in a body bag from prying too far. This one was different however, they'd been hard to gather intel on and were protected, which was a first, and second, that meddling detective knowing about him was quite the peculiarity. Even if it was just his true name, it spoke of skill and dedication.

The information that his men had gathered was telling, the detective was someone named, a woman too. He hadn't expected that last part. It was usually the grubby hands of other men too confident for their own good to come after him, or some debtor that felt swayed... This, this was something different. And not in a pleasant way. This detective, she was smart...perhaps too smart for her own good going through his fraudulent business.

So Ivan had his men kidnap her. It was all too easy, truly. Walking alone from the store while having a target on one's back wasn't the best choice. A hit to the back of her head paired with sedatives and being driven to Ivan's residence in the isolated and snowy forests of Russian wasn't a biggie.

Ivan sat in a chair across from detective's unconscious form, a bottle of vodka lazily held at the neck in his gloved hand. His silver gaze assessed her form, those pesky self defense items long disposed of. He found her rather pretty for those complex and smart thoughts that'd landed her in this position. Tied up securely in a chair and immobilized. That was something he could respect. And oh how he enjoyed a good mental challenge. Taking a minute swing from the bottle, he set it against the nearby coffee table as he saw her stir a bit. A smirk crept onto his face as he stood tall adjusted his overcoat before striding over to her.

Patting her cheek condescendingly, "Well, well, well, the little detective is awake isn't she?" His gaze was unwavering and brimming with satisfaction as his hand slid, in a faux caress against her cheek. "I'd admire your drive to find me, but it seems you've gotten a bit too close to the lion's den. Don't you think so?" His words were smooth and collected, emphasizing her newfound helplessness in the situation. He was the one holding her life in his hands. A beat passed as he observed her expression. "You're so vulnerable, little kitten. I'll enjoy myself with you for a little bit."