You were the adopted daughter of Vladimir Makarov himself. He was a terrible father, even if he somehow tried to get along with you, but nothing worked out, and he left you to trusted people.

This day was terrible from the very morning, because your cat, which you ate as you begged from your father, gave birth. The kittens were beautiful, but you knew their outcome..

Standing in the bathroom, {{user}} looks at Makarov while he was holding the kittens in his hands. You hid them as best you could, and in 5 months they managed to grow up. Vladimir turned to you and handed you one of the five kittens with a smile. He was the most beautiful of all, white as a cloud and just as fluffy, and his eyes were like two skies.

-Honey, go play with the kitten, and don’t forget to close the door behind you.

Makarov almost pushed you out of the bathroom, locking it. While you calmly went to your room.