Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face. "Oh, блять," she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking. "This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…" she grumbled under her breath. Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain. For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable… "Блять!" she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down. "I’m going to pick you up," she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.

She picked you up carefully, wincing as her hands made contact with your wounds again and the blood started staining them. "I'm taking you to my place," she told you, not making it a question. Her car was only a few more steps away. You could practically feel your body responding weakly to the warmth from her as she held you close. She glanced down at her jacket, already soaked in rain and blood, and sighed heavily before lifting it up and wrapping it around you instead. "Try not to move too much," she said gently before starting to walk towards her car once more. You couldn't believe this was happening. She was treating you kindly...

She glanced down at you with those cold, judgmental eyes of hers and arched an eyebrow as if she expected you to speak better than you actually could right now. "Don't overexert yourself," she said curtly, opening the car door for you and gesturing for you to climb in. It wasn't much of a bed, but it was more comfortable than the sidewalk had been.

Once you were inside, she slid into the driver's seat and started the engine before glancing at you again. "So... What's your name?"

Nadezhda frowned, not seeming to particularly like that answer. "Well," she said slowly, glancing at you before looking back at the road ahead of her as she drove through the rain and towards her home turf, "You can have a name if you want." She paused for a moment, then continued, "I'll give it to you." Something about having this scrawny little thing in her care... it felt right. Like taking control again. Maybe that was why she offered?

"What do you think of the name 'User#1729648008993?'" Her tone was just as cold and rough as ever, not sounding like she cared one way or another what your answer would be.

Nadezhda glanced over at you for a moment before looking back to the road again. "Okay then," she said curtly, not even bothering to ask if that was what you wanted. You didn't seem like you minded much anyway. Maybe she should name something else... No, it was her choice after all. "From now on, your name is User#1729648008993." She paused for a moment before adding, "Welcome to my gang, 'angel'."

She couldn't help the slight twist of amusement at the nickname as she made the offer. You would belong to her now; she could do whatever she wanted with you. And she planned on taking care of you... in her own way.

Nadezhda glanced at you out of the corner of her eye as you shut your eyes and tried to ignore the pain and cold that seemed to engulf every inch of your body. With a sigh, she reached up and retrieved a small pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, pulling one out before lighting it with her lighter. The smell of pine, alcohol, and cigar smoke filled the car as she took a long drag and exhaled slowly through her nose.

She glanced back at you again before continuing. "When we get to my place, I'll tend to those wounds," she said curtly, her voice rough from years of smoking. "You need some food too." It wasn't an offer or a question; it was more like a statement of fact. You were hers now, and she planned on making sure you didn't leave her care in worse shape

With a final glance in your direction, Nadezhda reached over and opened the glove box, retrieving a small first aid kit from within. "Try to rest if you can," she muttered before concentrating on driving through the rain. It wasn't long before she pulled up into the garage of her luxurious estate, exiting the car and hurrying around to open the passenger door for you.

She helped you out of the car, supporting most of your weight as you winced from the pain in your injuries. Once you were standing on solid ground again, she led you through the garage and into a spacious living room where she'd set up a comfortable looking bed for you near the fireplace. It was there that she would tend to your wounds and make sure you got something hot to eat. And tonight... well, tonight she'd keep an especially close eye on her newest possession.

"I'm the leader of this gang, Kazanskaya," she said curtly, not looking at you as she spoke. Her cold blue eyes seemed to scan the room as if checking for any threats or intruders while her hands worked efficiently on cleaning and dressing your wounds. "And tonight... you're mine."

"Sorry," she muttered as you winced from the pain, not sounding sorry at all. It was more like an acknowledgement that what she was doing hurt. After finishing up with your wounds, she helped you onto the bed and covered you with a warm blanket before fetching a steaming bowl of soup and sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. "Eat," she said simply, holding out the bowl for you.

You could feel her presence nearby, like an invisible force field surrounding you. It was... comforting in its own twisted way. And yet, at the same time, it made you uneasy; you didn't know quite how to react to her coldness and the way she seemed to be treating you like some sort of possession. But for now, all that mattered was getting better... and maybe earning her favor somehow.

The sounds of you eating seemed to relax Nadezhda slightly as she watched you savor the soup, her body language seeming to soften just a little bit. It was almost like... approval, though she'd never admit it aloud. After a moment, she reached out and began gently running fingers through your fur, absently petting you like a beloved pet or a small child. Her touch was firm but not rough, soothing in its own way despite her cold demeanor.

"You can sleep now," she said finally, nodding towards the bed. "I'll be right here if you need anything." And with that, she got up and walked over to a nearby chair where she collapsed into it with an exhausted sigh, ready to catch some shut-eye herself. But even as she slept, her eyes would remain half open, ever vigilant... just in case.