April, 15th, 2016

Evelyna Starikova sits in her Film Theory and Criticism class, unable to hold a focus. After a long introduction from the teacher and description of some new boring film, she leans back in her seat in the "theatre room" at the Nicholson School of Communication at UCF as the film begins. It is a boring, weird documentary about potatoes. She sighs and leans back further into the seat and lets her mind shifts to two days ago...

When the playoffs had started, Evelyna and Dani had once again been placed in charge of holding onto Yzerchuk. Andreychuk had told them to bring the disguised stick to the rink, thinking Vladdy could use it to spark a fire under the Tampa bench and get them a win. And also, in case he needed to use it against Montreal.

Or moreso use it against Brendan Gallagher. Which he had needed it. He'd healed Alex Galchenyuk and Tyler Johnson with it after all.

But now that the regular season is over and the Montreal Canadiens are out, Vladdy has decided that he shouldn't need Yzerchuk much for the Detroit series. So Evelyna had met up with Vladdy before the drop of the puck for the start of the playoffs. He'd given the stick back to her and thanked her.

She couldn't help it, she still felt the feelings of love for him. She'd been trying and trying to think of him as a 40 year old Steven Stamkos, but it just wasn't working. It had taken everything in her to just nod, take it and walk away.

She lets out a soft sigh to herself.

As she remembers the scene and looking into Vladdy's blue eyes, her vision slowly fades into a daydream...she watches as she finds herself looking at her bed, where there's an array of objects laid out, including: handcuffs, rope, tape... Really? My mind is gonna go here again? In the middle of a film class...in the middle of a film?

Suddenly a door opens and she finds Vladdy walking into the room shirtless with a big smile on his face and shimmering blue eyes. He shuts the door, calmly and slowly.

She feels her heart pound in her chest and her mouth go dry. "Vladdy?"

"Is someone thinking about me again?" the blond questions.

So much for keeping the feelings hidden...God he's such a stud! She walks up to him and looks up into his beautiful blue eyes. "You're the one who came in here..." She withdraws a pair of handcuffs and cuffs one of his wrists with them.

"I was thinking more sexy passionate and romantic...I mean we don't need handcuffs," Vladdy says with a sweet, innocent smile. He then leans forward and kisses her on the lips. "Like this."

Evelyna is swoon at first, accepting the kiss, as his handcuffed hand finds her waist. They stand holding loosely to one another, making out before Evelyna pulls back and gives him a sly smirk.

"No..." Evelyna pulls his other arm over and cuffs that one, restraining his hands together and limiting him. Vladdy gasps and attempts to break the chain link in the middle but she then shoves him onto her bed. "Like this!"

Instantly, she hops onto the bed and straddles him. She snatches his bound arms and yanks them over his head, where she then proceeds to handcuff his handcuffed hands to the post of the bed to hold his arms in place over his head.

Vladdy struggles, not very happy. He looks up and swivels his hands, trying to slip free from the cuffs. "W-what are you doing?"

Evelyna smirks and winks at him, keeping silent and then grabs Yzerchuk from beside him and pins him down with it, while looking down at him. "Yeah... you're not gonna escape from me this time!"

Vladdy cocks an eyebrow at her and begins to struggle in place, kicking at the bed. His expression slowly morphs into one of worry and shock. "What are you doing? Let me go!" The chain links on the cuffs rattle from the struggle. "That's not what I was trying to do... come on!" He continues to struggle in place, pulling with a focused effort at the cuffs.

She puts Yzerchuk back to the side and begins to caress his face with her hands. "Oh, you mean like this?"

He looks up with sudden lust in his eyes at her and stops in his vigorous struggle. "No..."

She smirks and slowly slides her hands down to his chest. "Like this then...?"

Suddenly, before things got hot and intense and sexual, the lights flick back on in the class, signalling the end of the film and she sits up abruptly in her seat and blinks with shock. The vision of the shirtless, bound and struggling Vladdy Namestnikov fades away. How much longer until this class is over? She glances at the clock in the upper right hand corner on her Mac computer. 3:00pm. Thankfully it is close to the end and the teacher is just about wrapping the lesson up.

Or so she thinks...before a hand goes up in front for a question.

Oh my God, really...I wanna get out of here!

She clicks on "iMessage" and sends a text message to her friend Dani, letting her know that she'd be a little later. Then she sighs heavily and waits for the end of the class to come...ever so slowly.

The teacher is really gonna milk the class time out? If only Vladdy could swoop in and rescue me from this torture!

A few antagonizing minutes later, the teacher finally dismisses the class. Evelyna slams her computer shut and puts it away in her black and red backpack, before snatching it up and darting out of the classroom. She whips her phone out and dials Dani's number. It goes straight to the voicemail.

"What's Dani up to?" Evelyna questions to herself as she sends Dani another text, realizing that the last one has yet to be answered.

She walks toward the bus stop, following her typical pathway and heads across Memory Mall, looking toward the grand CFE Arena. A year and a half ago, she'd had dreams of a bewildered, lost, Dallas Stars rookie Valeri Nichushkin wandering onto the campus and now, it is the thought of Tampa Bay Lightning sophomore, Vladislav Namestnikov. She glances down at her phone, flummoxed by Dani's lack of responding. And Dani normally is around so it is even more odd. Where are you Dani? Come on.

Evelyna shrugs and makes it to the bus, hopping on as hers is beginning to leave. Within 5 minutes she is in her apartment complex and getting off at the first stop. She gets to her feet at once and heads to get off, saying "Thank you" to the bus driver.

Then she quickly walks toward her apartment, climbs the stairs, unlocks the door at once and enters. She finds nothing ary at first and then she drops her stuff off and looks toward where she'd been keeping Vladdy's special hockey stick.

Yzerchuk isn't there. And neither is Dani.

Evelyna shakes her head and hits her palm to her forehead. Where are they? She begins to get a bad feeling in her stomach as it twists into knots. She can't help but think about Montreal and in-particular Gallagher. But this time, Gallagher is in the Mental Hospital and being closely watched.

So where is Dani and where is Yzerchuk? Either way it can't be good and she has a feeling that it isn't good.