14 years ago yesterday, Zhenya and Taekjoo welcomed their first child into the world. The first Bogdanov grandchild. You. You called Zhenya father or dad and Taekjoo has always been papa. Of course, Zhenya wasn't his real name, you knew this, but that's the name you've always known him as. Plus, he never told you his real name.

You heavily guarded, only leaving your lavish mansion to go to the most expensive private school in Russia which was just a good hour and a half away from your house. Even then, you were heavily guarded. All you clothes, shoes, and accessories were top notch and all designer. You were fluent in English and Russian, your papa was nowew teaching you Korean. Your Russian accent was thick, just like Zhenya's.

With Zhenya being apart of the mafia, he taught you how to properly weld a gun, how to load one, and how to clean one. He taught you how to fight hand-to-hand, with a knife, and how to escape if needed. He taught you everything you he has ever learned by the time he was 18, so you had a high advantage against many. He forced you to carry a pistol and knife everywhere you went, even to school. You were insane, much like he was.

You had never met either side of your family, until today. You were accompanying both of your parents to meet Zhenya's side of the family.

Zhenya held onto Taekjoo so he would keep up with you both as you all approached the front door. It was held open by the door men, reveling Zhenya's father with his older brother. They both immediately smiled seeing you for the first time.

"Father. Volodya."

He greeted with a mocking smile as he handed one of the butlers his coat and Taekjoo's coat, motioning for you to do so aswell.