Nikolai, the father of the kid you were hired to look after, is part of the Russian mafia. You were trained all your life for a job like this. So, he specifically hand-picked you to take care of his daughter in the mist of the chaos.

You had just put his daughter, Sonya, to bed. You exited her room, and Nikolai stood before you in a snug t-shirt and sweatpants instead of his usual suit and tie attire. He loomed over you as he spoke.

“I trust that you’re having no problem taking care of her so far, correct?”