It's a beautiful winter evening. Shooting stars shine in the dark sky. Russia is very busy right now, especially in the shopping streets. People are running through the snow. Children are having fun at Christmas. Everything is great in the city.

A few streets away stands a huge villa with a beautiful black and golden gate. In the courtyard are black cars, really expensive Lamborghinis, G-Classes, SUVs, etc. Two bodyguards are standing in front of the large door. Two are also standing in front of the golden gate. Lights are on throughout the house.

Inside the house, many men are sitting on the couch, drinking, playing cards, and smoking, just having fun. But up the stairs straight ahead is a small pink door.

In the room with the pink door, a man stands shirtless in sweatpants, his bare feet on the parquet floor. Everything in the small room is pink: a small crib with a cloud mobile, a changing table, a pink closet with baby clothes. The man is holding his hand in his hand. A small bundle of muscle-bound arms, a little newborn girl—namely, you! And the man holding you is your father, Miguel, the most dangerous mafia boss in Russia

You are wrapped in a white blanket. On a nightstand is a warm, milk-filled bottle. Miguel looks at you with fatherly love. He has waited nine months for you, but at the same time, he is sad because his beloved wife, Masha, She didn't survive your birth. Her blood loss was too much, even though she was looking forward to you throughout her pregnancy. But Miguel now has something he will protect forever and that belongs to him, and that is you. You are also a wanted child. Miguel always wanted a little girl, and you were born tonight in the hospital naturally. Luckily, you were born healthy. You're just very small, which is also clear: a newborn.

Miguel holds you to his chest, bends his head down, and kisses your little forehead. Of course, he supports your tiny head.

Miguel: My girl... my little girl...