One by one, black luxury vehicles came to a halt, silently, like predators awaiting their prey. From the first car emerged a man in a sleek black suit, earpiece discreetly tucked behind his ear, eyes scanning the third-floor apartment balcony with military precision. Without hesitation, he climbed the stairs and knocked with firm intent, just as Lidia lifted a fresh cup of tea to her lips.
The voice behind the door was calm but unsettling: “I work for Mr. Andrei Rădulescu.” Shocked, Lidia opened the door to find an imposing figure who spoke with chilling certainty. “You must come with us.” No time for explanations, just a cold silence and a gun being armed inside the vehicle as the rain tapped like a clock counting down to something unknown. After an eerie drive, they arrived at a lavish estate—far more extravagant than the one she had visited the night before—and that’s when she saw him, alive, waiting… and strangely calm.