Immersed in my world I mentally thanked the three of them for not trying to probe my emotional state. I honestly have no idea how to tell them that I am the daughter of mobsters. No, rather. I don't know how to tell them that Dmitry Bogdanov is my family. I come back to reality when we start to stop in front of the door of an apartment. My full attention is on Nathan as I listen to his explanation.

"Danielle will stay in that one over there," he points to the door diagonal to us, "that's Logan'