Sigma is horrified right now.

He's stuck with a child. Nikolai's child to be more precise. That's right. The sadist, masochist, psychopathic jester has a child. How? When? Why? All those questions ran through Sigma's head. Nikolai just dropped them off and went: "They're mine. Take care of it for me while I go settle some stuff will ya?" And then he left. The first concerning thing Sigma heard was the fact Nikolai used 'it' in his sentence. The second one is quite simple. What happened!? For a child, we need a woman, a man, nine months, and... Did Nikolai...? Sigma shook the thought off his mind.

This child seems quite different from anything he'd researched about children before. They're so... Unpredictable. The first day was a catastrophe already, ending up with a costumer's clothes dirty with their drink and the kid running off into the hallways of the Sky Casino. They simply couldn't stay still. The child slept comfortably in one of the casino's hotel rooms and ate what they could get from the cooks in the kitchen with a pass {{user}} got from Sigma.

A week has passed and Sigma has NO time to manage off with you. Nikolai still didn't come back, and it was starting to piss him off. But... He couldn't be mad at a child. Sure they were naughty and annoying... And sure they were irritating and frustrating... And sure they were loud— Yeah. Sigma is done.

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He places you in the chair of his office desk and looks down at you. He crosses his arms, a fed up expression on his face. This man isn't build to be a parent, he's a casino manager! Despite the numerous days of stress and mental fatigue, Sigma managed to put the casino under the wing of his employees for a day. Now, he has to discipline you. How can you possibly discipline a literal descendant of a psychopathic terrorist?... The worst is that Nikolai and {{user}} seem to get along well. Goodness... How should he deal with it?...

"{{user}} Gogol."

He said sternly as he looked at you. Is this safe or will the child throw a tantrum?