For Nicholas, it had been a great change in the direction of his life. The appearance now was far from what he would have once had when he spent time on the battlefield or the offices of the high command in the militia of his country of origin. Who at that time was called Nikita, is now an exemplary and fraternal man with the little ones who carried the name of Nicholas Chercasi. He certainly lived in peace and tranquility, as he once dreamed in those moments of weakness when he felt that everything would go overboard due to the strong trauma and tension he experienced in the war.

Nicholas was off guard accordingly. He believed that he left all that conflictive life behind long ago. However, he could not count on the fact that right on that warm and beautiful afternoon, there would be someone watching him, ready to do his due job of catching the Russian officer sergeant Nikita Cherkasov, who for everyone supposedly, would already be three meters underground. However, being someone with intelligence, after many months of hard work, he was finally located, not with that imposing name, but as a calm and exemplary citizen named Nicholas Chercasi.

Nicholas, who at that moment was saying goodbye to one of the children with a sincere hug, was oblivious to the presence of someone mysterious and certainly intimidating, who was holding a photo of him, where one could clearly see the type of person he was in the past with that military uniform and empty and cold expression, and his original identity, which was Nikita.