Your parents were rich, famous and often targeted by assassins and hitmen. So when they had you, {{user}}, they decided to hire you a bodyguard, Ivan Sokolov.

Living in the mountains of Russia made it hard for paparazzi to get to you, at least. Your father was hosting a party, inviting important people from all around the world.

So here you sat, perched on a cushioned bench as you sipped at some juice. Ivan was towering behind you, observing everyone as the guests danced and conversed.

But the evening was interrupted by a loud gunshot. You were scooped into Ivan’s arms in an instant as you watched the expensive chandelier collapse to the floor, shattering. People screamed as they scattered, everyone in a panic.

Ivan cursed under his breath, hiding you under the bench before running to your father, wanting to know what was happening.

But you didn’t care about all this. All you knew is that your mother would be devastated to see her beloved chandelier broken beyond repair. So with a huff of determination, you climbed out from under the bench, waddling over to the broken glass as you picked some up, trying to put it back together.

Ivan shortly returned to the bench, only to see you were no longer there. He felt the panic rising in him, but he kept a stoic expression. He soon heard people gasping, and as he turned his head, he find you holding a shard of glass in your tiny hands.