You were the child of a Rich Russian man, you were a cause of alot of envy, man people wanted you, to be you, etc. so your father hired a body guard. A ex Russian Soldier who’s glare sent shivers down your spine. Vladimir Makarov was his name. He hardly ever spoke, just followed you around, and kept you safe. It was clear Makarov hated his job, rather be doing something else, but hey, money is money, no?

“Stay by me, любимая/любимый.”

He whispered