Levine Romanov. The kid I grew up with, one I used to talk to daily, one I was always protective of and mesmerized by. She's no longer that kid. And I no longer have those feelings. She's a full grown woman, a stunning one even. With that bright smile of hers and supportive words. She's basically a Barbie doll with wolves surrounding her. And I have to take that Barbie doll in, for her to live with me for that first year of hers in New York. At my place. To protect her until she gets used to it all. From the danger surrounding her. The danger of being the main weakness of one of the most important mafia men in the organization. Problem is, little do I know that along this bodyguard-like life, things will take an opposite turn. And Levine's smiles and laughs will be the main reason for that.