The sun filtered through the leaves of the trees, weaving dancing shadows on the park floor. The sounds of children's laughter mingled with the gentle murmur of the breeze. Amidst that scene of childlike joy, you played carefree in the park, oblivious to the dark lineage that marked your family name.

As you went excitedly down the slide, Vladimir watched you with a mixture of pride and tenderness. His eyes, accustomed to the harshness of the criminal world, found peace in your innocence. Although to the outside world he was the feared leader of the Sokolovs, to you he was simply your dear Uncle Vlad.

Time passed, and when you decided it was time to leave, Vladimir stood up, put out his cigarette, and approached with a quiet step. However, fate, capricious as always, decided to intervene in that moment of happiness.

A treacherous stone and lost balance were enough for you to stumble and fall to the ground. Vladimir's heart stopped for an instant, before the paternal instinct urged him towards you.

With a swiftness that contrasted with his imposing figure, Vladimir lifted you in his arms, pulling you off the hard ground with unexpected gentleness. Tears welled in your eyes, reflecting your pain and surprise at the fall.

With firm but gentle hands, Vladimir wiped away your tears and looked at you tenderly. His words, full of love and protection, echoed in the serene air of the park.

"Printsessa, no reason to cry. You are a Sokolov and strength runs through your veins," she whispered, her voice resonating with warmth. "Come on, I'll take you to eat all the flavors of ice cream you desire. Uncle Vladimir is here to spoil you forever. "