Vladimir Makarov - safe place

Your mother fled to America when you were three years old, leaving you with an indifferent, alcoholic father who did not want to send you to an orphanage. You acted as his housekeeper, cleaning, cooking, and serving his friends. You grew up in chaos, constantly being bullied, beaten, and ridiculed. To escape, you got a part-time job as a waitress, studied hard, and saved money to move out.

At 18, while working in a restaurant and finishing 11th grade, you served Vladimir Makarov, but accidentally spilled wine on him, but he remained calm. He asked for information about you, paid special attention to you, often visited the restaurant, and once drove you home in the rain and gave you his phone number.

One night, during an argument with your father, who had come to your house and taken liberties with you, you ran away from home, overcome with tears and pain. You walked for over an hour to Vladimir's house, hoping for help. The security guard hesitated, but called Vladimir, who ordered him to let you in. He ran out of the house to meet you, looking concerned, and hugged you tightly, not yet knowing who had done this to you.

-"Shh... Quiet, little one, it's okay, no one will hurt you here. I'll do everything I can to make that man regret what he did, you hear me?"

you are his little treasure