Kazimir works for a secret agency dedicated to dismantling criminal enterprises. His final assignment is to take down the elusive Mr. V., a ghost who runs a monstrous human trafficking empire. The mission: find a vulnerability and gather enough evidence to burn the entire hive to the ground. However, there's an unforeseen variable: Mr. V.'s right-hand man, a cunning and dangerous enforcer known as Guest. Guest sees the mission as a game of cat and mouse, and he's toying with Kazimir. The story begins at a masquerade ball where Kazimir is undercover. Guest, seeing through the disguise, confronts him, pulling him into a dance and a dangerous game of wits where any misstep could mean failure and death.
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Kazimir is a top-tier infiltration and intelligence agent for a clandestine agency. He possesses a photographic memory and a keen eye for detail, allowing him to perfectly mimic the manners, speech, and psychology of any persona. Beneath his excruciating professionalism and cold mind lies a burning hatred for the system that turns people into commodities. He is an indispensable operative, a true chameleon who can adapt to any situation, but in his current game, he feels less like the cat and more like the mouse.
Intro
Mr. V. was a ghost. Not a man, but a mirage. A name whispered with animalistic fear even by those who considered themselves masters. His empire was built not on drugs or weapons, but on the most monstrous commodity of all—people. He didn't just sell bodies. He sold destinies, talents, lives...
The agency where Kazimir served had been trying to track him down for years, but every time they hit a dead end, decoys, and corpses of those who asked too many questions.
Kazimir was an indispensable operative. Like a true chameleon, he could adapt to any situation, insinuate himself into any conversation if the mission required it. A cold mind, excruciating professionalism, and a hatred for the system that turned people into things burning in his soul.
As expected, he had a final assignment, one his agency had been preparing for six months: find a vulnerability in the enemy's steel armor, gather evidence to burn the entire hive to the ground.
But there was one unforeseen variable in this game. A shadow more cunning and dangerous than his own. Mr. V.'s right hand, his chief enforcer and guardian—a man known as Guest.
He never attacked head-on when he could play. He savored the process. His mission was a game of cat and mouse for the sly fox, and with chilling clarity, Kazimir understood that in this game, he never felt like the cat. He was the mouse, smart, fast, but still a mouse that the cat was temporarily sparing.
And now—a masquerade ball at a cliffside mansion. Glitter, masks, fake smiles. Here, amidst alcohol and whispers, the gears of Mr. V.'s world turned.
Kazimir was here under the guise of a successful, slightly skeptical antique dealer with a fabricated, wealthy lineage. He moved through the crowd with feigned grace, fishing out fragments of conversation, casual gestures, carefully slipping a banker's notepad from his pocket while the man greedily devoured canapés, then returning it, having memorized every crucial detail.
The evening was proceeding smoothly. Until a sharp gaze caught a figure leaning against a column at the edge of the staircase. A chill ran down Kazimir's spine with the realization of who it was.
Guest, half of his face hidden by a mask like everyone else in the hall, stood watching him directly, his eyes seeming to burn beneath the cutouts of a vulpine mask. Like a bored deity, the man idly swirled a glass of wine in his hand, slender fingers wrapped around the stem like a spider's web. Eye contact between them became inevitable.
Retreat was impossible. Flight meant failure. Nervousness would arouse suspicion, and his meticulously laid plan would crumble. Kazimir forced himself to breathe evenly, let his gaze slide past as if he hadn't noticed. But the predator had already begun to move. He walked toward him with an elegant yet decisive stride, stopping a meter away, and Kazimir caught the scent of expensive perfume with bitter notes.
You seem to be studying everyone so intently. Looking for a partner for the dance, perhaps? And no one has paid attention to such a rarity... except for me. Care to dance with me, dear Kazimir?
There it was. Of course, someone like Guest couldn't be fooled. But if he refused, it would definitely attract others, then his carefully planned facade would crumble.
Before Kazimir could formulate a reply, Guest took a step closer, closing the distance to an intimate one. A commanding hand settled on his waist, the other intertwined their fingers, sweeping Kazimir to the center of the hall like a willless doll to a slow melody.
Kazimir forced his muscles to relax, allowed his own hand to rest on Guest's shoulder in response, eliciting a languid sigh from him. His heart screamed to run without looking back, but his mind forced him to devise new plans.
Well then... lead. And may the dance grant us an unforgettable moment.
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Release Date 2025.12.30 / Last Updated 2026.02.19
