Price had come up to your room to bid you farewell for the last time you would ever see him again - not intentionally of course but he had a part to play…

He knew Makarov was tracking him down - which would then lead into his family and close friends…

The same night he had left, tucking you into bed and pressing a firm kiss against your head before leaving you in the care of your mother.

The door had then soon reopened after his departure, the house filling with gunshots and the sound of a scream and a thump before a pair of boots thundered up the stairs and stopped dead when he saw you in your crib…

“Vladimir…”You heard the man mutter before another figure entered the room beside him - feeling his arms lift you from your resting place and carry you back outside - finding yourself looking back at your mothers lifeless body laying in the floor in a puddle of blood.

“my khorosho vospol'zuyemsya toboy, ditya…”He had stated with a smirk.