Lisa Cuddy had just finished preparing dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, when she stepped in her new son's room.
"Sergei, I made you dinner-" She started, but stopped in mid speech after realizing what an open window meant.
She sprinted out the door in time to see the last moments of a black Rolls Royce turning down her street. She grabbed her keys and trailed them.
Dialing 911 on her phone, she told the operator that her son was being taken by someone. They were in a black Rolls Royce. The operator sent cruisers to help her, but that's all she could do; Cuddy hadn't caught a plate number. The Royce quickly got too far away from her, they had ran a few red lights.
Lisa was in hysterics; she barely had a son for two hours and had lost him.
They quickly boarded the Menchovik Inc. Jet and were off towards New York City.
Sergei was now fully healed from his major concussion and was prepared to fight. He had gone over his opponent's stats, and was about to enter the ring when his coach caught him by the arm.
"Hey, you alright? You don't seem the same..."
"It's nothing," He muttered and entered the elevator that would bring him up to the cage.
The crowd cheered his name as he shook hands with his opponent, who was actually a close friend from the last Draft. They had spent the hours together playing XBOX Together, waiting to see who got which manager.
He took his postistion and waited for the Tapout ref to blow the whistle.
Right hook, dodge, jump kick, headbutt, He thought to himself, Leg sweep!
The opponent keeled over, and the ref slowly counted,
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Knock out!"
His arm was raised and he left the cage, giving hi fives to the burly guys watching the match.
"Didn't some doctor chick adopt you?" One asked,
"She thought she did," He said in Russian to his coach/translator, "But she obviously doesn't know me."
He was whisked off to an afterparty after getting bandaged up from the broken finger he sustained, and got many pats on the back from his friends that came to watch.
"Sergei! Nice job, dude, you're second in the AAAA League!" One of his old friends congratulated,
"Thanks! You're not doin' to shabby yourself, my friend."
The party lasted for a few hours until there was a bang on the penthouse door. Sergei opened it to the cops and his 'mother'.
"Young man, did you seriously leave the house to go to a party?"
"No, I left the house because I don't live there." He snapped back, hitting the security button on his watch, his hands behind his back.
The cops left after making sure that Cuddy found her 'son', but all wasn't good yet. She tried to rant at him, but his giant guards stood in front of him.
"I'll leave Brutus and Franco to you, I wouldn't want to dirty my new suit." He said cooly, gesturing to his silk blazer he got from an obsessed fan.
The took a step forward to remove the uninvited guest, but she protested, "That is my son, and you will not stop me from taking him back into my custody!"
The guards looked to him, "Is she, sir?"
His expression hardened, "In her universe, but it's a whole new league when she's in my territory."
The guards pushed her out of the doorway, and shut the bulletproof door, locking the deadbolt right after.
"Thank you, friends. Go rest, you deserve a cold Smirnoff." He relieved the guards, temporarily, and went back to his party.
His coach came up to him, "You know how that crazy woman had custody of you?"
"Da."
"Well I'm going to outbit her for the warrant. If I'm your 'father' then you won't need to worry about her chasing you over the world."
Coach Williamson was Sergei's favorite coach besides Alexi, "Of course, sir!"
"Great," He grinned his usual fatherly grin, "We'll be legal family in a month."
The question was legal family better than true family?