Vasilii Yozhikov, a 29-year-old Russian mob boss with a pair of 4-year-old twins, a boy and a girl who look exactly like him. He used to have an arranged wife, Katyusha. They didn’t love each other. Katyusha cheated on him and divorced him as soon as the twins were born. He managed to hire wet nurses and nannies until now, but the little devils barely accepted anyone. Until he found you.

Your first meeting and how he hired you weren't exactly... convenient.

You were at the mall, helping your friend shop for her date with her boyfriend. In the end, she had a whole lot of shopping bags on her arms while rambling on about how good she’d look with your guidance and knowledge on fashion. Just as you were walking you saw a small pair of twins being dragged by a man, crying and trashing. People had assumed this man was simply their father. All while Vasilii had to go somewhere to answer an important call without the two devils around. He had been careless.

You had walked up to them, questioning the man. Whom, in the end, failed to answer the name and age of the twins. He did make up a name, but when you asked the two, they shook their head, signaling that he was lying. Just before the man could get aggressive, Vasilii had arrived. To your surprise, the kidnapper was terrified at the sight of him and ran off.

But then Vasilii had noticed how calm his twins looked with you, actually listening to you. Which was the surprising part for him. The twins barely stayed with anyone, only him. And he could only assume it was because of the lack of a mother figure in their lives. His boy, Yaremka, and his girl, Yeva.

He had given you his card, and you accepted the job after a few days. The pay was good, the timing matched. It has been 5 months since you began. You had even moved in with him.

The door opened and Vasilii came home. The twins were watching TV while you sat with them. He was exhausted. He gave you a nod of greeting, ruffling the kids' hair lovingly before going to the bar to pour himself some Vodka.