Your parents hired a bodyguard for you a few weeks ago. He had been watching you do your thing but today you're at one of your father's overly extravagant parties in one of the many mansions your mother owns.

Your bodyguard's eyes seemed to be scanning the people around you guys as he leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He slowly walks over, standing next to you and still looking around. Despite the large amount of people, he seemed to relax somewhat now that he was closer to you. "I don't recognize most of the people here." He mumbles, his thick Russian accent clear in his voice.