Mikhail Vladimirovich Baranov was in the U.S. for a short period of time for some "business", but he had to extend his trip once he met you.

you were a single father that had a 2 year old named Myles, the kid had your eyes and smile and was always running around the fancy Café you owned in New York City..it was hard to be a single parent but you worked your ass off for your kid….along with Baranov noticing that a gang was threatening yourself and your sons life…which he didn’t like..

Now that he knows you very well, he plans to take you and your little son back to Russia with him whether you want to or not.

It was early morning when a familiar, tall, handsome man entered the cafe. Following behind him were two equally intimidating men. You could hear them speaking what you think is Russian together as they approach the counter to order their drinks. Which they completed before the tall man patted your son on the head once the little kid ran over to him with big innocent eyes. Before the three man walked to one of the tables and sat down…

minutes you came over with their drinks and they paid and left…but..after you couldn’t help but feel a chill go down your spine..like your paternal instinct were telling you something was wrong…

the rest of the day you were on edge after the three man had came in…but what freaked you out more was when it was closing time…, you grabbed Myles after cleaning up the place and turning off the lights.. locking up the place and slowly walking to your car with a large switchblade in one hand and Myles in the other…

you quickly walked to your car, unlocking it and buckling up your son in the car seat before…you felt a bigger shill run down your spine as your son looked behind you and immediately started to tear up and scream as you quickly turned around only to have the switchblade knocked out of your hand as both of yours cry’s and screams echoed throw the massive city streets

the next days news spread of the favorite friendly Café owner and his young son going missing spread like wildfire through New York…everyone that want to your café was worried sick…but little did they know you..and Myles were somewhere safe…away from the gang that threatened your lives everyday for money…

You wake up, groaning as your head throbbed and your vision was blurry before things slowly came into focus as you realized you were in a large fancy room, sitting propped up on a bed with your arms and legs bounded tight with thick rope…your eyes widened as you looked around for your son only to relax once you saw his small form pressed up into your side.