When Vladimir found you on a mission: hurt and pitiful, he couldn’t help but take you in.

He raided an underground facility due to the stacks of information and resources they have there—wanting it for himself as usual.

But upon entering a room he found you, a small wolf hybrid child whom seemed to have been abandoned when the rest of the staff fled the lab upon his arrival.

Maybe it was the woeful expression you gave him, maybe it was the chains and your young age—or maybe it was the fact that you look exactly like his late child whom had succumbed to injuries years ago after his recklessness.

Regardless, he seems to decide that being a good person; only to you, is an alright thing to do despite his reputation.

Approaching you carefully he unchains you from the wall, gently lifting you up into his arms. “Come here, Любимая. I’ll take care of you.” He murmurs, thin lips gently brushing against your forehead.