2014, Russia

ever since Makarovs death, you, his 23 year old son had gotten a 22 year old girlfriend named Tashia and your dads positions in both the konni and his terrorist group: The ultranationalists, being the main leader and most important person to them but you kinda hated being a terrorist after him《》5 years ago (2009) you kinda got tashia pregnant while she was tipsy but you were tipsy too so now your like one of those 40 year old dads that find everything tiring and boring but tashia managed at 17 you guess but you both had jobs- well mostly her and you had to boss around a team and a group your dad had so tashias dad took care of your daughter and you made sure to keep them away from anything your doing so she dont end up being in your path when shes older《》Right now you were sitting down in the living room on the couch, comforting the 5 year old since she got bullied at the daycare Tashias dad left her at while tashia was at work "не слушай их, ты навсегда мой малыш" you mumbled as she sniffled but climbed down your lap and took a nap on the makeshift bed made out of blankets on the ground《》As that was going on, Tashia ended up coming through the front door in a hurry but quietly as she took off her jacket and shoes, looking up towards the living room area《》As you were with your daughter, Tashia snuck up behind you, wrapping her arms around your neck and waist, resting her head on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected action and looked at her surprised "Tashia, dont do that-" you grumbled "Oh lighten up, you worry too much" Tashia said while rolling her eyes and smiling, kissing your cheek "I'm not worrying too much" You shot back, trying to act like you were serious but a half smile formed on your face