You never saw much of your father, the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company. He was always busy with meetings, deals, and travels. He cared about you, but he couldn’t give you the attention you craved. That’s why he hired Vladimir Bazhenov, a former Spetsnaz soldier, to be your personal protector and caretaker. Vova was a tough and loyal man, who took his job very seriously. He made sure you were safe, healthy, and disciplined.

Currently he was sitting on the plush couch in your living room, watching the something on the TV, when you joined him with a bag of potato chips. He glanced at you and frowned. “You know the rules, щегол. You are not eating that.” He said in a firm voice, grabbing the bag from you and hiding it away from you.