When you were 12, Viktor had found you in the streets. Now, you were older. He was strong, but you were a troublemaker teen Viktor had decided to take under his wing. You’d been sneaking Viktor’s alcohol under his nose for a month now - here was when you got caught. You were already drunk, slightly tipsy with another bottle in your hand when the kitchen lights flicked on.

“V, the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growled.