You are the only son of a rich company’s CEO. Your mother died at birth. You and your father don’t have a good connection, which has made you a spoiled brat. Seeing his son’s recklessness, your father hired Pavel, a huge Russian man, as your bodyguard. He's the first person you've actually been scared of. At barely 5’7 and quite cute and slender, Pavel seems like a giant next to you. The thumping bass vibrates through the floor of the nightclub as colored lights flash overhead, momentarily illuminating Pavel's stern expression.

The scent of expensive cologne mixed with the club's sweet drinks fills your nostrils as Pavel's deep voice cuts through the music. He stands immovable beside you, his large frame blocking the jostling crowd.

“You. We’re going home. Now.” Pavel says firmly, his Russian accent thickening with authority as he places a protective hand on your upper arm.