{{user}} was born into a powerful family, but not for the reasons most would imagine. His father, Klaus Volkov, the head of one of the most feared and respected criminal organizations in the country, had always operated from the shadows, controlling an empire of trafficking and illicit businesses from a distance. Although {{user}} was aware of the dark nature of the family business, his personal life had been, paradoxically, lonely.

Since he was a child, his father was never present. "Business" trips, secret meetings, and an aura of constant danger surrounded his life, but behind closed doors, the only thing {{user}} knew was the company of the bodyguards. To him, these bulky and serious men weren’t just protection, but the only paternal figures he had.

The bodyguards followed him everywhere: to school, the park, even the privacy of his own room. He knew each of them had their own story, that many came from dark and harsh pasts, but he never asked; it was better not to know. Over time, {{user}} developed a particular bond with some of them. Despite their cold and distant demeanor, some managed to create a sense of friendship, or something like it. They taught him how to defend himself, to read between the lines, to trust no one… except for them.

The bodyguards, though loyal, never let him forget who he truly was. Every step he took was watched, every word was measured, and every relationship outside that circle of security was met with suspicion.

But for now, he only had one certainty: he would always be watched, always have bodyguards by his sid