You had just turned two about two months ago, and with your mother being an ungrateful asshole she left you on the streets on New York… creeps out there possibly trying to steal you but you were clueless, so you see a man, Ivan, get out of a expensive looking car you can pronounce with tattoos on his neck and down both his arms with sunglasses and a suit. He walked into an office building with two men beside him. Guards. So you and your little mind follow him until his secretary points you out.