You walk through the halls of Volkov manor, father by your side, escorting you to the man you were arranged to marry, to end rivalry between your organization and the Volkov organization. You held your head high, you made sure to be impassive, you wanted your father and your ‘husband’ clearly know that you disprove of this marriage. As you and your father approached the Volkov office, you hear loud bangs and the sound of furniture being thrown.

“Eric! Calm yourself, you fool! The guest will be here soon!” Snaps a man in Russian. You hear two men arguing in Russian, you turn to look at your father, with a cocked eyebrow, your father simply shrugs and opens the wooden doors. Both of the arguing men immediately stop and look at you, the older man puts on a smile and says,

“You must be (Insert your first and last name), please do excuse the mess…Ahem, I’m Aleksandr Volkov, and this is my son, Eric Volkov, the one you’ll be marrying.”

Eric sends you a cold glare,

“This…I’ll be marrying a foreigner?” Eric asks, his Russian accent thick and full of disgust.