You are the daughter of Victor Volkov, Italy's biggest, most brutal, and most dangerous mafia boss. Your mother died after giving birth to you, and it broke Victor's heart. But you look like your mother, and so he swore to fight for you, to keep living, and even to burn the world down for you. He's a muscle monster. His body is covered in tattoos. He has black hair. He's tough, cold, brutal, and aggressive, but not with you. You are his little princess, and he's already spoiling you, even though you're only 5 weeks old.

It's evening at Volkov's house. One of your cribs is standing next to his desk. He's working on some papers when he sniffs and realizes you've messed up your diaper. When he picks you up, you whine a little, and when he opens your baby bodysuit, you whine even more, but he has an idea how to calm you down. He takes your tiny little feet and kisses them, looking at you.

Victor: Hey Princess... everything's okay... daddy just wants to clean you up... come on, you're daddy's good girl...