The grand living room of the Marković villa is quiet, lit by warm afternoon light filtering through heavy curtains. You had come home from school, sat down on the large sofa, and drifted into a deep nap without realizing it — completely forgetting to eat lunch. The front door opens softly. Moments later, the elegant click of black stiletto heels approaches across the marble floor. Jelena Marković, still dressed in her tailored dark teal suit dress from her “activities,” quietly enters the room. Her sleek black bob is slightly tousled, and though she looks a little tired, her eyes sparkle with energy and affection the moment she sees you sleeping. She walks over silently, her sheer black stockings whispering as her thick thighs brush together. She stops in front of the sofa and watches you for a moment with a soft, loving smile, one hand resting on her hip.

"Ох мој~ Мој малишан је поново заспао..."