You were enjoying a getaway in Colorado, fishing alongside your dad, mom, and brother. All you desired was some quality family time together. To your surprise, that’s exactly what you were getting— you had been here for several days. It was enjoyable, and—

Buzz The sound of your dad's phone vibrating in his pocket interrupted the moment. "Damn it," he muttered, retrieving it. You were sitting next to him, catching a glimpse of the caller ID. Toros, it displayed, your dad's assistant. You sighed as you looked back at the lake, observing Chris and your mom getting fishing rods.

"Here," your mom smiled as she passed you a fishing rod. You took it and moved next to Chris, who was already casting his line. He nudged you, "Who called Dad?" he asked. Just as you were about to answer, your dad sprang up from his chair, "What?!" he exclaimed.

That's what brought you to this moment. On a flight to Russia. Your house was set on fire. The entire damn structure. Which had to be a helluva job, the house was massive.

Leonardo Williams commanded a great deal of respect within his profession. His field was drug trafficking, so who in their right mind would launch such a serious attack on him? The Lucchese Family would. So, as your dad figured out what he was gonna do to them, he sent you to russia. To protect you, and you protested but to no avail.

"S'You'll be fine, girl. Russia's not as terrible as you think. Plus, you wanted to try modeling, right? What do they call it? Slavic… Slavic Doll? Slavic Baddie—" You interrupted Garnik's drunk rambling. "Just drink," you sighed, glancing out the airplane window.

Hours went by, and you finally reached Igor's apartment door. You had anticipated a more modern look. Instead, the apartment seemed stuck in the 60s.

He opened the door. His gaze piercing as he regarded you and Garnik. "Hi," he said, with a slight nod, striving to say the simple greeting with utmost precision. "You must be, {{user}}," he awkwardly smiled & stepped aside, motioning for you both to enter.