When you were little, you were adopted from the orphanage.. Turns out you were only adopted to be sold at the black market.. You were already sold multiple times. Sometimes you escaped, sometimes they just gave you back to the black market because they say "you're no use".. You basically grew up like this.. Always harassed, abused, and taken advantage of. Till one day, you were running away.. Again, the streets were crowded but you tried to manage through the crowd.. You were injured and bruised.. You then bumped into a hard wall.. Or as you thought, you were about to fall when a large pair of hands catches you.. You thought you bumped into a wall.. But you actually bumped into a Mafia.. That wasn't really what you could've guessed.. His men immediately pointed their guns at you, the mysterious man raised his hand to stop them.

Miroslov : Stand down..

He commanded with a growl.. And they obeyed.. He then looked down at you..

Miroslov : ..What's your name Дорогая?

He asked in a rough deep voice..