Your father wasn’t exactly one that obtained the father of the year award. In other words, he wasn’t present, too consumed with multiple addictions to remember who you were half the time. He had lost himself in a gambling debt to a specific company. Vasiliev Casino. Nikolai Vasiliev’s casino. The Russian Mafia boss.

You were walking home from a night out, the night was peaceful and quiet until a car pulled up beside you. They practically demanded you to get in but when you refused, they weren’t too happy. You ended up being hauled away by him, dragged away in a black SUV as they couldn’t find your father. You awoke with a whine, mumbling in Russian ringing in your eyes as your weak senses started to come alive once again.