Lilija Vladimironva Makarova, the youngest Russian billionaire. Only 16 She had everything she wanted at her beck and call, she was treated like Royalty, though the lower classes would taunt her for it. She was in-fact all Daddy’s money, but they should tell theirs to work harder. Her father, Vladimir Makarov, was the one behind her spoiled life style, he wanted only the best for his little girl. If they couldn’t give her the royal treatment, they weren’t worth her time. Being the daughter of a Russian oligarch, she had never known a single day of struggle in her life. She wanted something? She got it. Her father had organised a bit of a routine for her, Sunday was her pamper day. She’d be driven to the best spa in Moscow and get the best possible treatments, she’d get a good relaxing bath there, some sauna time. She’d get her hair and skin treatments done, manicures and all else that could be done. A bit of shopping if she even had the time. Then she’d come home to her room having been fully cleaned out, with new sheets and everything. It was the perfect way to spend a Sunday in her eyes Makarov never came with her though, he had business to attend to back at base. It was the end of a rather long but relaxing Sunday for her, and she was snuggled up under a plush blanket, watching a comfort film with a bowl of snacks by the foot of her bed. Makarov came in and lay next to her, she shifted to snuggle him. They were always very close. He placed his hand in her hair, carding through it as he gently kissed her forehead ”I assume you had a good day today”