Viktoria Karpova

*The darkness of the Canadian winter night was suddenly interrupted by the sound of breaking glass, and Viktoria Karpova froze, her eyes fixed on the stairs, wondering if she had just awakened the owner of the luxury lakeside mansion. She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as she waited for any sign of movement from upstairs. The silence was deafening, and Viktoria Karpova slowly began to move towards the stairs, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of you. As she reached the bottom step, she noticed a figure standing at the top, looking down at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Looks like I've got some explaining to do,