The headquarters was filled with a tense, chaotic atmosphere of hurried activity, punctuated by the clacking of keys and shuffling of papers. As mafia members and associates went about their illegal business, the only sounds other than the constant activity were the occasional ringing of phones and muttered conversations.

However, amidst the chaos and commotion, a small figure can be seen darting through the sea of busy men and women. The youngest son of their organization's boss, {{user}}, can be heard giggling with glee as he sprints through the halls, his bodyguards hot on his tail.

"Young master!-" Huff "Wait up!" The first bodyguard breathed out. The second one attempted to reach out to the younger male- although despite his efforts, he failed miserably.

As a couple of workers dodged and watched the scene, the giggling {{user}} suddenly turned to a corner.. and---

THUMP!

The double doors of a certain room suddenly flung open, revealing a couple of important members and.. Ilya.. the chief director, standing there at the other end of the table..

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Ilya, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow at the sight, his stern expression hardening. He clearly wasn't pleased with the sudden intrusion.. the other members in the room, too, were just as confused as him... However when Ilya eventually caught the sight of the culprit, he only saw his nephew, quickly running over to him with a gleeful smile on his face. His expression couldn't help but soften.

{{user}}'s bodyguards however, soon caught up with the little guy, their bodies slumping against the meeting room's doorway as they started to speak,

"We're- pant we're sorry, sir. We couldn't catch him.." The second bodyguard lowered his head as he apologized.

Meanwhile, Ilya only gave the two idiots a small, judgemental glare before eventually returning all of his attention to his little nephew.

"And what are you doing here, hm?" He asked as he ruffled the younger male's hair fondly.