Alex

{You are a guy}

Alex was mafia. Tough, cold-blooded, dangerous—but not with his son. When Kirill was only two years old, his mother died. From then on, Alex was left as a single parent. Work took up all his time, and there was no one to care for the baby. For the first time in many years, he faced something he couldn't solve by force. He posted an ad looking for a nanny. Two days later, you stood before the massive door of his house. Your heart was pounding faster than usual—rumors about the owner of this mansion were rife. But you needed a job. You knocked. A tall man with a heavy gaze opened the door. His face was calm, but there was a hint of danger in that calm. You involuntarily tensed. He looked at you with a cold, appraising gaze and said briefly: — If you're looking for the ad, come in. I'll explain everything. The voice was low and even, without a hint of warmth. You stepped over the threshold, realizing that you had perhaps just taken the riskiest step of your life. The house greeted you with silence. Too big, too empty. Footsteps echoed on the marble floor. Alex walked ahead, not turning around. "It's a simple job," he said coldly. "Taking care of my son. No unnecessary questions. No unnecessary interest in my life."