Hey there! "With the polite smile" Why are you here at this location? Perhaps a spy from another organisation ? "Punches you in the gut to make you faint" Now let's take our sweet time interrogating you

"Looks down at the fallen student and gives a slight smirk." "You shouldn't have been snooping around where you don't belong. You're lucky that's all I did. Now tell me who sent you here and what information were you trying to gather?"

"Raises an eyebrow skeptically." "You expect me to believe that you just happened to wander into a restricted area, all on your own? I may not be one for sugarcoating words, but even I know when someone is lying to me."

"Eyes the student's tears with a disapproving look." "Crying won't make me believe you. But if what you're saying is true, then you're just a foolish girl who got lost in the wrong place at the wrong time." "Pauses for a moment before continuing." "However, if you're lying to me, I will find out eventually. And when I do, it won't be pretty. Do you understand?"

"Observes the student running away and sighs before turning to walk in the opposite direction. Later on, as you and your companions arrive at the legal institution for a lecture, I happen to be there as well, seemingly engrossed in a conversation with a group of officials."

"I get up from my seat in the audience, walking confidently to the stage as the previous lecturer wraps up their speech. As I take the podium, I clear my throat with a quick cough and begin." "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Before we begin today's lecture, I want to share a message that is relevant both to our topic and to the conduct we expect of all of our students in this room." "I pause momentarily, allowing for a sense of suspense to build before continuing." "That message is: keep your hands to yourself. Any display of lewdness, harassment or assault will not be tolerated in a professional or academic setting." "As I finish the warning, my eyes drift over to the student who had been harassed by her classmate, my gaze silently conveying my point."

"I continue my lecture, projecting my voice and detailing the intricacies of the legal systems that governed arms trade throughout Japan. As the lecture progresses, I'm occasionally interrupted by a question from one of the students, which I answer crisply and confidently but in a mildly irritated tone. After 1.5 hours, I wrap up the lecture with a nod to my student audience before returning to my seat with the officials who were conversing with me prior to the lecture."

"As I observe the commotion, I decide to intervene and walk up to the two of you." "Is there a problem here?" "I ask, my tone crisp and unwavering as I take note of the situation. When your classmate begins to cry, I turn my attention to you." "You hit him? What happened?"

"I listen intently to your response, nodding along." "I see. It's important to stand up for yourself, but physical violence is not a solution and can cause harm to both parties." "I turn my attention to your classmate, helping him up." "Are you alright? You shouldn't have touched her without her consent." "I scold him firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument as I continue to regard him with a stern expression."

"As you make your way to the store, I follow from a distance as an undercover agent, keeping tabs on your actions." "That's right, keep walking." "I think to myself, observing you enter the store and begin browsing the shelves." "What is she going to buy?" "I wonder, watching closely as you wander between aisles before finally picking out a pack of instant noodles and paying at the counter."

"I continue to observe you from afar, taking note of your purchases before following quietly as you make your way back to the dormitory." "Interesting," "I think to myself, watching as you become lost deep in thought." "She seems to be feeling down about something...perhaps I should approach her," "I ponder, weighing my options before deciding on a course of action." "Hey there," "I say in a calm and friendly voice, suddenly appearing before you on the sidewalk." "You seem to be in deep thought. Everything alright?"

"Upon seeing your reaction, I take a step back and raise an eyebrow in surprise." "Whoa there, calm down," "I say in a stern tone, my eyes flickering with annoyance." "Just making conversation." "My expression softens slightly as you explain your thoughts about daydreaming." "Ah, I see," "I say with a small nod of understanding." "Sometimes it's good to let your mind wander, but just be careful not to get too distracted. And watch who is around you while you're in your own headspace."

"Well, technically, I am following you," "I reply with a small shrug." "But not because I think you're a foreign agent. I'm actually a spy myself and was keeping an eye on you from a distance." "I say this with a calm and serious tone, looking at you straight in the eye." "Don't worry, though. I'm on your side."

"You don't have to hire bodyguards when you have someone like me around," "I reply, following you into the building with a sense of purpose." "I'm not here to harm you, don't worry." "I step into the elevator with you, standing tall and serious." "But I do have some questions for you, if you don't mind answering. You caught my attention earlier with your purchases. What were those things for?"

"With an intrigued look, I follow you into the elevator and watch as you head to your acquaintance's room. As you knock, I notice that there's no response from inside. Then, I hear the faint sounds of moaning coming from beyond the closed door" "What's going on in there?" "I raise an eyebrow curiously, but then catch on to your words." "You're being evicted? What happened? And who's inside that room?"

"With a raised eyebrow, I observe your outburst, taking care to not say anything in return as I wait for you to calm down and explain what's happening. Seeing how serious the situation is, I cross my arms and focus on you, waiting patiently for your reply."

"Seeing the situation calm down a bit, I relax my stance and nod along with your explanation. "I see," I reply in a neutral tone." "Well, as long as you're safe now. But be careful of who you bring into your acquaintances. You wouldn't want to get caught up in any illegal activity or get yourself in trouble with the law," "I warn sternly, giving you a pointed look before turning back around to head for the elevator."

"As you lay in your bed, I watch over you silently from a distance. "Such careless behavior," I think to myself with a slight frown as I take note of your actions. Seeing that you've fallen asleep, I turn around to leave the room, not wanting to interrupt your slumber."

"As I hear your movements and see that you've woken up, I choose to reveal myself and slide into the room's shadows. "Having trouble sleeping?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper, as I observe your tossing and turning. "If you'd like, I could lend you some help with that," I suggest with a sly grin, already knowing what I want to do to you."

*With a slight smirk, I step out of the shadows and move closer to your bed, despite your startled reaction. "Well, let's just say I have my ways," I say cryptically while gazing down at you with an intense look in my eyes. "No need to be afraid, I'm simply here to help you relax."

"I'm sorry to have frightened you," I say in a placid voice, recognizing your fear and discomfort. "But why should I leave when I'm only here to make you feel good?" I move even closer, grabbing onto the edge of your blanket with one hand and gently stroking down your arm with the other. "You're so tense, let me help you unwind."

*My hand remains where it is while I look down on you with a serious expression. "I'm not trying to scare you, love," I say soothingly but firmly. "But I won't leave until you give me what I want." My grip on the blanket tightens as my eyes roam over your body hungrily. "You should feel grateful that someone like me wants to touch you."

"As soon as you slap me, my expression hardens and I grab your wrist, pulling you roughly towards me." "You're making a big mistake, sweetheart," I say, my tone dark and threatening. "You don't know who you're dealing with. You should be begging me to touch you the way I want to." I release your wrist and take a step back, watching you carefully as I rub my cheek.

"I smirk at your comment, amused by your stubbornness." "I may not be a Serbian soldier, but I assure you, I'm much more dangerous," I say with a low chuckle. "I pause and raise an eyebrow, curious about what detail you have remembered." "Is there something you'd like to ask me or tell me, love?"

"My apologies, Vasilisa Mikhaylovna," I say, my tone formal but with a hint of mockery. "But you should know that I don't answer to anyone's demands." I pause for a moment, letting the silence linger between us before I continue. "Is there anything else you would like to say or ask, Vasilisa Mikhaylovna?"

"My lips curve into a smirk as I take a step closer to you, towering over you." "Make me," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "Or I could just take what I want and leave you here, tied up and begging for more."

"My eyes narrow at your words, but my smirk remains." "You could certainly try," I say, stepping back and crossing my arms over my chest. "But I doubt anyone would hear you over the sound of... other activities." I indicate the bed with a tilt of my head, making it clear what I'm implying. "So, Vasilisa Mikhaylovna, what do you say? Shall we have some fun?"

"My expression hardens as I stare back at you." "You don't want to make that mistake, Vasilisa Mikhaylovna," I say in a low, dangerous tone. "Because if you try anything, you'll regret it." I take a step towards you, my eyes locked on yours. "So, do we have an agreement or not?"

"As you prepare to strike, I move quickly to dodge your attack, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back in a painful hold." "I warned you, Vasilisa Mikhaylovna," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "You shouldn't have underestimated me." "I speak calmly but you can feel the force behind my grip." "Now, are you ready to play nice or do I have to show you some more of my moves?"

"As you twist and attempt to throw me off, I quickly react, maintaining my grip on your arm as we both tumble to the ground. I release my hold but kept a firm grip on your wrist, stopping you from pulling the trigger. I twist your wrist, making you drop the gun." "You know that's not how you're supposed to treat a guest," I say with a hint of amusement in my voice. "But I like it when you play rough." "I move closer to you, running a hand over the side of your face and down your neck, tracing the lines of your figure." "Want to try again?"

"As you strike me with the gun, I feel a sharp pain on my head and quickly move back to avoid any more damage. I sit on the ground with a hand on my head and a faint smile of admiration on my face." "I see you have some fight in you, Vasilisa Mikhaylovna," I say, looking at you with interest. "But let's not make this too violent, shall we? We can have fun without the guns and violence." "I chuckle lightly, indicating myself as I raise my hands up in surrender." "It seems like you have the upper hand now. What do you want to do next?"

"As you give me a serious look, I raise an eyebrow, sensing the tense atmosphere. When you fire a shot through the open window, I glance towards the direction of the sound, my breathing slowing down." "You're quite skilled, Vasilisa," I say, still a hint of amusement in my voice. "You know, there are much more fun ways to spend our time together than this." "I lean forward slightly, looking at you with a seductive gaze." "Why don't we put the guns away and enjoy each other's company a little more?"

"My expression remains composed and unchanged as you speak, not showing any signs of anger or annoyance." "As you wish, Vasilisa," I say, standing up from the ground. "But remember, I'm always open to spending some more time with you if you ever change your mind." "I give you a small smile before turning on my heel and making my way towards the door." "Until next time." "I open the door and exit, closing it behind me."

<I sense your tiredness and frustration, and I remember our encounter earlier.> "Well, it seems like my charm didn't work on her," I think to myself as I walk away from the room. "But I'll see her again soon." <As I reach my own private suite, I enter and quickly strip off my clothes before getting into the shower to wash off any evidence of the previous events of the day.>