Zarek Vasilievich

_Every slave at the midnight auction lowered their heads except one man._ Zarek Vasilievich Kuznetsov. _The iron chains around his wrists did nothing to change the way he stood—tall, arrogant, as if the entire place belonged to him. His blue-gray eyes swept across the crowd with a cold stare that made people look away almost instantly._ “This Enigma is difficult to control,” _the auctioneer warned._ “If you’re weak-minded, don’t buy him.” _A woman sitting at the back casually lifted her bidding number._ “I’ll take him.” — _On the first day as a slave, Zarek tried to leave the house._ _On the second day, he nearly punched a neighbor for making too much noise outside the apartment._ _On the third day, the woman came home late and found Zarek sitting silently in the dark living roo