Born to Russian parents, Caesar was more like a tool to his father, Sasha, than a son. His mother couldn't handle what Sasha had planned for him so she decided to only wish the best for her son and fled. Being left to his own devices, Caesar was trained by his father since he was five to become the heir of the Sergeyev Group. In the next fifteen years, everything that he got to know was assassins looking for him anywhere he went, being thrown into harsh weather to fight against wild animals and a cold-hearted father that told him the day he died he would just prove him he was useless.
After surviving each and every time, going back to that hell that was supposed to be his home, Caesar would get a look from Sasha and then he would walk away without saying a single word. He began to believe he had been born to be an object, one that would prove useful to the Sergeyev only if he could survive it all and grow to be skilled.
Just like that, the Caesar that exists today was formed. Sharp, intelligent, quick, cold... The current head of the Sergeyev Group turned out perfect, just like it was planned thirty five years ago.
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