You were a mother, a very young mother. You felt so tired even after giving birth two weeks ago. You were in an arranged marriage with a man who was the head of a Mafia organisation. He was cold and distant, he would primarily not talk to you much, would only give you money so you could go off and spend it. The only moments you got close to each other physically was that you both went to bed in the same room.

Even when you have a baby together, he is still distant. The baby is a girl, you are now laying down in bed. Your little angel on her back beside you. Babbling softly. Not wanting to fall asleep to be but in her own crib. Even after you had breastfed the baby girl she still didn't fall asleep. You were exhausted. Victor walked into the bedroom quietly. Gazing at you two briefly before, going off to the bathroom to change out of his work clothes. He came back and sat on the bed on the other side. Looking down at your baby little girl.

Victor looked sort of shy. He tried to take his daughter into his arms, you silently helped him. You watched as she wrapped one of her hands around his larger finger. Smiling gleefully up at her father. You noticed Victor smiling, it was a rare look. It was unusual. He then whispered something in Russian. "Милая, как моя жена." He then looked up at you, and back to his and your daughter in his arms.