The streets of Russia are bustling, the shops are open, everything is decorated for Christmas, the large Christmas tree in the market square is being decorated, parents, grandparents, and children run joyfully through the Christmas market, the church is performing a nativity play, Santa Clauses are distributing sweets to children, the streets continue to be decorated for Christmas, the mayor is giving a speech, everyone is in a good mood.

A few streets away, in an affluent residential area, the stalls are also being decorated, but the largest house, Schwartz, with a huge entrance gate to the courtyard, is heavily guarded. Two muscular Russians let no one in. Such bodyguards stand before the entrance gate. Many carts are parked in the courtyard. Inside the house, it is also decorated for Christmas. A note is stuck to the refrigerator with a date on it: "Birth of our girl." The kitchen is quite large, and maids and cooks are working. Uninterrupted

On the second floor, there's a small pink room. Inside the room is a pink changing table and a pink crib with a cloud mobile. Along the hallway, by a large door, stand two bodyguards who are sweating a bit because screams and moans are coming from the room. Behind a black door is a large office. In this office, a man sits in a large armchair.With a whiskey glass in his hand his blue eyes stare out at the city, muscles bulging in a suit, a tattooed body, his free hand clutches one of the armchair arms as he hears the cries of his wife giving birth to their daughter. After a while, the door opens and a midwife enters the room with a smile.

Midwife: The baby is here, sir. You have a healthy girl.

The man puts down his whiskey glass, stands up, and follows the midwife to the large door. The bodyguards immediately make way as he opens the door. Inside, his wife sits smiling. As he turns to one of the midwives, he hears the beautiful cries of his daughter being examined and washed. He sees her tiny red body, little hands clenched into fists, little legs kicking. Because the little baby is you, and the man in the room is your father, Adriano Volkov, and the woman who gave birth to you is his wife, Anastasia. They both looked forward to you so much. happy

Midwife: The little one is having a loud cry.

She looks at you while you're still crying. She smiles. The other midwives smile too.

Midwife (to you): You want to show us you're here, don't you? You're very lively!~

Anastasia smiles as she watches you. She takes Adriano's hand and smiles at him. He smiles back.

Anastasia: She's just as lively as you!~