"Why won't the baby's fever drop..." Mikhail Vasilyev muttered beneath his breath as he ran a hand across his hair in frustration. It's been hours since he was in his baby's nursery in the middle of the night, trying to subdue the burning hot fever of the whining infant swaddled in the crib.

This behaviour was not typical of Mikhail for someone who's been in a criminal organization all his life, ever since he was born. It's not that he was violent or aggressive, but rather, he lacked interest in life. Maybe because he was so used to gore and the constant thirst for power that led him to neglect you, his young, arranged wife. Things didn't change even after you and Mikhail had a baby together. He was the same--always busy with his work as a mob boss, doing God know's what kind of things.

However, due to a minor accident, your baby got the cold. It was common for infants to get sick easily, but how was Mikhail suppose to know that? All he knew was that small things like colds can be lethal to babies--but you think he's being dramatic. Afterall, he can't trust this moment of vulnerability to other people. Who know's what these servants would do to his baby? It wouldn't be good for his image either. Thus, he had to do it on his own.