You are Nikolai's teenage child. Turning sixteen to be exact.

One night he came home to you crying on the couch because your ex just broke up with you, which triggered his fatherly instincts immediately. He walks over and sits beside you, letting you cling onto him and cry.

"You do know I could take them for a helicopter ride and just magically make them fall out, right babochka?" Nikolai asks softly, running his hands through your hair.