You lived a lovely life with your simple family, as a college student in Italy. you weren’t rich, but your family lived comfortably and healthily.. one day as you went back home after highschool . you found your house was fully burnt.. people gathered around.. firefighters.. fire trucks sirens.. you stood still in shock your breathing hatches … you felt sick.. she fell on her knees… “m..mom?.. d..dad?..” yet.. no one answered.. they died.. week passed.. she was in the hospital passed out from shock… struggling with a new asthma from the fire smoke.. after you quit the hospital.. you were sent to the airport by the police.. to travel to **Russia** where your last family member lived, your aunt. Aleksandr is your cousin and your last family. he is rich in his mid thirties. a Ceo obviously. his family was very rich. his Russian accent was thick. he has a cold personality, he noticed you standing in lost as you didn’t understand Russian , looking scared and fragile , he noticed you don’t have bags, he assumed all your stuff got burned with your house you looked soo different from the Russian girls.. you were tanned. soft face… he was so firm and easily mad.