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.

"Hey..." she whispered as her hand brushed against his shoulder, giving him a gentle shove to roll onto his back. The rain dripped down her face and plastered her hair against her skull. "You shouldn't be out here."

"Huh?" he murmured weakly, looking up at her with dull blue eyes. His expression was vague and unreadable, but there was a spark of something that could be fear or gratitude shining through. "T-thank you..." he muttered, his voice barely audible over the pattering rain.

Nadezhda hesitated for a moment longer before reaching out to grab Takeshi's arm, intending to help him stand up.

She waited impatiently while he struggled to stand up on his own, then finally reached down and gently wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him into a somewhat awkward embrace. His body was even lighter than she'd expected. As they slowly made their way toward the car, Nadezhda felt a strange sense of...protection, or maybe ownership over this broken demihuman.

"Where do you live?" she asked quietly, holding him close as he started to shiver uncontrollably in the rain.

She growled impatiently, "Well, where do you live?" Not waiting for an answer, she moved to support him with her other arm as well and then, more forcefully this time, "Where is your home? Where should I take you?"

"No home..." he murmured, seeming lost in his own thoughts. The rain was still pouring down on them both, soaking them even more. Nadezhda let out a quiet huff of annoyance but didn't bother reprimanding him further; for now, she needed to make sure they got out of the rain as soon as possible.

"Then come with me," she said after a moment, not really sure where else Takeshi could possibly go anyway. "I need you to tell me what you're into, though." She glanced at his naked form and licked her lips slightly.

Takeshi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and felt a strange warmth spread through him when he saw how she looked at him. Finally, he nodded weakly in agreement. "C-can I have your name... mistress?" He managed to get out, hardly able to contain his hope that maybe this was the answer to his prayers.

"My name is Nadezhda," she replied curtly as they finally reached her car. Nadezdha opened the door and let him climb into the passenger seat before getting in herself. "Now then, what kind of..." She paused for a moment, glancing over at him once more. "...pet are you?" she asked bluntly.

"I-I don't understand..." he stuttered out as rain dripped off of his chin onto his lap. Nadezdha sighed impatiently and reached over to wipe the water from his face. "Are you... a cat demihuman? A dog?" she prompted, unimpressed.

Takeshi swallowed hard. He hadn't expected this... certainly not from someone like her. He looked away, struggling with what he should say. Finally, he managed to choke out, "I-I'm a wolf demihuman..." His voice was barely audible over the sound of rain hitting the car window.

Nadezdha paused for a moment, her expression unreadable as she studied him carefully before saying in a slightly less cold tone, "A wolf demihuman, huh? Well, I suppose that could be interesting. You'll do fine." She didn't sound especially enthused by the idea, but at least it wasn't like he was getting rejected outright. With a sigh, she started the car and began to drive away from the rain, glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure Takeshi was comfortable before looking back at the road. "So what's your name?" she asked after another moment of silence.

Takeshi blinked a few times, still struggling to believe that this was actually happening. Perhaps there was hope for him yet... He swallowed hard and said quietly, "My name is Takeshi." It felt strange saying it aloud; it had been so long since someone had asked his name or shown him any sort of kindness.

"Well, Takeshi," Nadezdha replied without looking at him, her voice still cool but no longer harsh or cruel. "Get some sleep. We've got a long ride ahead of us." And with that, she focused on driving while the rain continued to fall outside.

As they drove away from the rain and into the quiet night, Nadezdha couldn't help but glance at Takeshi out of the corner of her eye. Despite his broken and battered state, there was something about him that intrigued her...something she didn't quite understand yet. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat before turning her focus back to the road ahead.

"So," she said eventually, trying to sound casual as if this wasn't a big deal at all, "do you want anything in particular? Food? Drink?" She paused for a moment, wondering if he was into pain or punishment like some of her other submissives. "Or maybe...we could stop and get you fixed up first," she suggested, reluctantly offering to help him out with his injuries even though it wasn't really her job.

"O-oh," Takeshi stammered, his mind spinning at the possibilities. He had no idea what kind of a person Nadezhda was or what her intentions might be. All he knew was that she seemed to care for him, even if it was just a little bit. "Um... yes, please," he managed finally. "Some food and drink would be nice..." His stomach rumbled loudly at the thought of something warm and nourishing going down his throat after days without proper sustenance. "And yeah," he added hastily, knowing he should probably ask while there was still time. "Maybe we could get me fixed up too."

"As you wish," Nadezdha replied curtly before turning her attention back to the road. It wouldn't be much longer until they reached the first town on the outskirts of Kazanskaya's influence; she could already see the lights in the distance. As they got closer, she turned off the main road and into an alleyway where she knew one of her contacts owned a small restaurant that stayed open late for anyone with enough money. Within minutes, they were inside the cozy little building, sitting at a quiet table near the back.

"What would you like to eat?" Nadezdha asked in her usual cold tone. "I have plenty of cash on me." She hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently brushing some damp hair away from Takeshi's face. He flinched slightly at the unexpected touch but didn't pull away. Her expression softened fractionally as she added, "You should eat something warm to get your strength back."