I spent the night with a stranger. This is not the first time this has happened to me, but this time will definitely be the last. A gun to my head... A professional killer... A deadly plot... I was taken hostage and now I’m on the run, and whether I live or die is decided by the sadistic kidnapper, who turned out to be that guy , with whom I recently slept. He has a lot of weapons, money and passports, but I call the man who carries me around the world, Sixth. The hunt has begun, and the next target is Sixth. Will we be able to figure out who is taking the assassins out of the game before they find us? Two are already out of the game, seven remain. When this mess is over, he is going to quit his “job” that brought him into my life. Due to my developing Stockholm syndrome and my list of deepest desires, the question on the agenda is: how to live the last days before you are killed? It is sometimes very difficult to answer such questions simply “yes” or “no.” "Maybe" becomes the norm as my beliefs are tested in practice. Death is a tragedy, so I'm willing to do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the final journey of your life? The sixth one presses the muzzle of a gun to your temple - your actions? This story is not about love. This story is about death...