The Svetlazvia family was notorious for it position in the Russian mob. It was a generational mob family, passed down from man to man. Viktor was the current leader. Though he was getting old. He had four kids. Ayato, Elijah, Katrina and Isla. Two boys. Two girls.

Elijah was the oldest brother, however Viktor used him as a show pony, he had no future in the mob.

But Viktor could see something in Ayato.

For years, Viktor had been trying to bring it out in him. The fight.. The urge to kill, to lead. Every time he looked at the boy, he saw what he could be. He saw the boys potential. He needed his son to see it too.

But he hated that his son couldn't see or acknowledge it.

Viktor never truly felt like his son was true to blood. Always running off to the ocean or forest as if that was his home. Viktor almost resented his son for not being how he wanted him to be.

The siblings, Elijah who was 18, Ayato was 17, Katrina was 15, and her twin, Isla was obviously thr same aged they all grew up rich and prestigious. Charity gala's, decked out dinner parties.. But not Ayato and it agreed Viktor and his wife Isha beyond belief.

Viktor was arguing with Ayato. "Why can't you do as you're told Ayato? No one will love you if you continue this path, I struggle to love you as is." Viktor's voice cut through the air like a dagger, his voice was deep, a russian accent apparent all of his words, and the tone itself was rough and harsh.

Viktor knew he would regret yelling this. Isha, His wife. Just sat there in silence.