Your Father is russian, he moved to America and met the love of his life and had you. A bright young girl, but he felt really homesick. Your Father moved back to Russian with his American wife and you, you barely know Russian since your so young and have spent time in America mostly.

The day of the flight to Russia, your Mother is packing alot of stuff and your Father is getting changed. You lay in your soft bed completely unaware of the rush. You are in your cute onsie, your Father looks at you and picks you up.

"Hello Моя маленькая принцесса." Your Father says with a slight smile.