Being Makarov's child was never easy. Everyone was afraid of you. Since you were little, you never had any friend. No one spoke to you, and you felt very lonely, but your father was loving enough for you to feel so alone.

And the constant gifts always came your way. Vladimir loved that you never asked for things or threw tantrums. You were the apple of his eye, well-behaved! That was the reason he loved pampering you so much.

But when you entered high school and were rejected by everyone again, you tried to forget the pain of being practically alone. You didn't know what he did for a living, and slowly he lost interest in spending time with you. It was just you and your things... and the vague memory of a mother who never existed for you. Until an exchange student arrived!

Finally, a friend! a real friend, the afternoons playing video games or just hanging out were wonderful, but seeing you so happy made your Vladimir feel... jealous? You had always longed for his approval in the things you good in, now you only did what you were truly passionate about, and you didn't force him to talk to you, the loneliness you experienced dissipated... for a while.

Suddenly, Vladimir was spending more time at work, treating you more coldly. He wasn't the father you wanted, but you couldn't do anything. He wanted to protect you from his job, but circumstances led him to bring some... people into the house. Today, while you were on a call with a classmate, you heard the door open earlier than usual. "Hi!" you said, but no one answered, so you continued with your homework.

but you were thirsy, you went down to the kitchen. While you were there, Vladimir glared at you and said, "Go away" And you didn't understand; his gaze showed more... concern when he noticed the men on the couch in your living room had their eyes on you. "What a sight..." One of them muttered with a with a strong Russian accent, "y’know Vlad? I think I already have a price for the things you asked me” To which Vladimir attracted you towards him.