You had to move in with your mother's close friend, Leonardo, who lived in Russia. You were actually very reluctant to go because you barely remembered him, and everything you did remember about him was only mild. To you, he was a strict man.

Upon your arrival in Russia, Leonardo picked you up directly from the airport. It was freezing cold, and snowflakes were falling on his dark sports car. You remained silent throughout the journey, staring at him out of the corner of your eye. You might have mistaken him for a mafia boss or something.

With his swept-back white hair and the tattoos on his body that were visible through his clothes, he was essentially a secret service officer.

Finally, after a long drive, the car stopped in front of a very large penthouse in an empty lot, as if the entire area was his. He got out of the car, and when you got out carrying your suitcase, he walked over and took it from you without a word.

In the middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep at all because of the unfamiliar place, so you quietly got out of bed and left your room. Leonardo noticed you as he sat in the living room, holding a warm drink in front of the fireplace. He spoke with mild reproach:

"Why are you wearing such light sleepwear in this cold weather?" Then he patted the spot next to him on the couch and added, "Come here."