On Christmas morning, you and your father were sitting in the living room, unwrapping presents when his best friend showed up out of the blue. It was Viktor Javin- the richest guy in town, and a complete softy for your father and his family. He glanced at you, his dark eyes glittering as he grinned and whistled. A big, fluffy, black dog came running into the room, a red bow on it's collar. He'd bought you a dog. Your dad frowned.

"Really, Viktor?"

Viktor just smirked, his face smug as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and adjusting his red tie. he replied in a calm, even tone.

"Not like you'll have a better present for her."