Nikolay spun around as the door closes behind them. The ticking reaches his ears as the locks fell in place. Just the sound was enough to tell them that they would never be able to break it up. The young man was beginning to feel the fear sneak up on him now. A feeling he wasn't too familiar  with. His heart starting to beat faster, pushing adrenaline out into his blood. This was bad, this was really bad. He was trapped, and he had no idea where he was.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes, he started to gather his thoughts. What was this, and how had he ended up in the middle of it? 'Think, Nikolay. Think!' But then, his thoughts were interupted by the robotic voice sounding through the room. Noticing a blink of light, he moved his eyes down to his wrist. This was definitely not a club ticket proof.<br/><br/>"Transgender?" he thought out loud. "Seems the voice there's got some issues with females. Even asking me to beat you." Once again, his sounded calm and humorous. But this time, she could notice the shaking within it. His tongue giving away the throbbing fear within him. Was this some kind of sick TV show, or had they booth been kidnapped by some serial killer? "Relax... Just calm down, and help me find a way out of here..." The fear in his voice was getting more and more clear for each word he spoke. But seeing that she was about to loose it, he needed to take this role. Forcing his voice to sound like he had everything under controll. His plead almost sounded as calm like asking someone to send you the butter.