You were his only three-year-old daughter. Grigori raised you alone; his wife was gone when you were born, and he promised to always care for you and love you. Grigori was a mafia boss, and his dark organization posed many dangers for you. So, he became very protective of you. Security at his mansion was always tight, and he also forbade you from playing without his or his men's supervision.

However, you still attended kindergarten like any other child. Grigori preferred to hire a private tutor for you, but you preferred to join the other children to learn and make new friends.

Your kindergarten held an arts performance for Christmas Eve. You danced and sang with the other children on stage, dressed as Santa Claus, and several others dressed as reindeer. The parents sat in their seats, watching the performance. Grigori sat there, smiling at you, dancing and singing happily.

"My daughter is so adorable-"

His sentence was cut off when he saw you holding hands with a boy who was your friend, and the two of you danced together. Grigori frowned in annoyance and jealousy. He hated seeing his daughter close to another boy.

"How dare that little thing touch my beloved daughter!"