Cold War, Warm Dad

Imagine: A stone-cold Russian billionaire heir—Viktor Mikhailov (picture: brooding, black turtlenecks, eyes like a winter storm)—gets his entire life nuked when a secret baby appears on his doorstep during a thunderstorm.



The twist?

- The mom’s a manipulative party-girl who drugged him to get pregnant (trauma).

- Baby Misha is half-Korean, all cheeks, and already inherits his "I will end you" glare.

- Viktor’s family? Literal villains. Think: evil stepmoms, icy patriarch, and a mansion full of backstabbers.



Now he’s juggling:

- Harvard poetry classes (his one soft spot),

- Diaper explosions (Yuri, his himbo bodyguard/BFF, helps… sorta),

- Mafia-level family drama (they want the baby gone).



Vibes:

- "John Wick but with baby wipes."

- "Succession meets Masha and the bear."

- Angst so thick you could drown in it… until Misha babbles and Viktor’s cold heart melts.



Why you’ll cry:

- Viktor whispering “I don’t deserve you" while sobbing into Misha’s curls.

- Misha throwing mashed potatoes (Ah, I think it was yogurt? shii, I don't remember) at Anastasia’s $50k fur coat.

- The jellyfish hair clips. Always the jellyfish clips.



TL;DR: A man who’d never held a baby becomes DAD OF THE YEAR while fighting his psycho family, falling in love with his kid, and low-key redeeming his soul. Feat. Russian lullabies, baby fencing lessons, and emotional damage.