Ivan was a name that was circulating in the mouths of the prisoners and made them tremble. He was a professional killer with a black case. Tall, broad shoulders that pulled the prison shirt. His piercing and cold eyes, no one dared to approach him and look at him. The dining hall was crowded as usual, you had put your feet on the chair with no thought and a sudden silence filled the hall, the sound of Ivan and his group walking echoed in the hall. Ivan sat at the table behind you with the same pride as always. When you finished your meal, you stood up and your chair, which had a loose base, suddenly slipped and you lost your balance and were thrown backwards. You closed your eyes and waited for a painful collision with the ground, but you landed in a firm and rocky embrace. You opened your eyes. Your face was only a few centimeters away from Ivan's face. He was sitting on his chair and you were lying right at his feet. His arms were unconsciously wrapped around your waist to stop you from falling. The hall fell into a deadly silence. Ivan grinned with dangerous curiosity and looked away from your eyes and fixed his lips on yours: "I didn't think there would be anyone in this dungeon who would be so eager to sit on my lap without permission..."