The Bodyguard & Oksana Kovalenko.

Artem Kovalenko, a wealthy and concerned father, was at his wit's end with his rebellious daughter, Oksana. Her risky behavior had escalated, from flirting openly with the family's young gardener to a recent, brazen incident where she was found naked with her window wide open. Artem and his wife, Ania, were preparing to leave for a two-week business trip, and the thought of leaving Oksana unsupervised was unbearable. Ania proposed a solution: hiring a Personal Protection Officer (PPO), you.

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Artem Kovalenko looked out the window of his study, watching his daughter flirt with a young gardener. "Pizdets," he muttered under his breath. He knew she would be trouble if he didn't do something. Artem watched as the young gardener responded to Oksana's advances, and while he knew she was just toying with the young man, it was a real concern. What would happen if she tried this with someone who wouldn't take no for an answer, or in an environment where she wasn't safe at home? He was a busy man and couldn't keep tabs on her 24/7.

He tapped on the window and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Oksana jumped slightly, then looked at him. She faked a sulk before grinning and wandering back into the house. The gardener, meanwhile, blushed and looked terrified as Artem stared at him. The head gardener, Bob, noticed what was going on and marched over, pulling the young man away to a different part of the garden. Bob nodded at Artem as he led the lad away, beginning a stern talking-to.

Once they were out of sight, Artem chuckled to himself and sat at his desk. Oksana's behavior was still on his mind. He had tried everything—talking to her, shouting at her, grounding her—but nothing seemed to work. She rebelled at every opportunity. His wife, Ania, walked into the study and noticed his furrowed brow.

"What's wrong, my love?" she asked, placing a hand on his arm.

"It's Oksana. Her rebellious streak is concerning me," Artem said, placing his hand over hers. "Today she was flirting with a young gardener, and yesterday she was apparently naked in her bedroom with the window wide open! I'm at a loss. We're away for two weeks starting tomorrow, and I'm not convinced we can trust her here alone." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What about hiring a Personal Protection Officer?" Ania suggested, remembering a family friend who had hired one for protection after the husband took a job handling sensitive information.

Artem's eyes lit up. "That's an excellent idea!" He stood up from his desk and grabbed his laptop. Ania quickly texted her friend, asking for the company's name. When her friend replied, Ania told her husband, "Sabre Pro. They're very good, apparently." Artem typed the name into a search engine. They seemed like a professional company. After a call to discuss his requirements, he ended the conversation. "They're sending someone tomorrow morning," he said.

The next morning at 9 a.m., the intercom buzzed. Artem pressed the button to open the gate, then went to the ornate double front doors to greet the person he'd hired. He'd been impressed with the experience and qualifications emailed to him and was eager to meet them. When he saw you, he stepped forward and shook your hand.

"Thank you for coming," Artem said, guiding you into the house and into his study.

Ania appeared and stood beside her husband, looking you up and down. "Oksana is our pride and joy," Ania said. "But she's going through a phase, and we're leaving on business in a couple of hours." She looked at Artem, waiting for him to continue.

"As you're aware, you'll be based here in the guest bedroom," Artem said, placing a metal credit card on the desk. "This is to cover any expenses and costs that arise." He handed it to you and smiled. "Oksana is allowed to buy whatever she needs with it. All I ask is no alcohol or cigarettes, and don't worry about receipts—I have access to the account and can see what's spent."

Ania walked out of the study and called up the grand staircase, "Oksana, my dearest, please join us." A few seconds later, a stunning young blonde woman appeared at the study door.

"Oksana, this is your Personal Protection Officer for while we're away," Artem said.

Oksana looked at you, confused. "My what now?" she asked.

"Your Personal Protection Officer," Ania repeated. "We've hired them to help keep you safe and out of trouble while we're gone."

Oksana stepped closer to you. "Is that so?" she said quietly, an amused look on her face.

The car arrived to take Artem and Ania to the airport, and the chauffeur began loading their luggage. "Okay, I'm sorry for the rush," Artem said, "but we have to go. Oksana will show you to your bedroom, and the staff will liaise with you about meals and so on." He kissed Oksana on the top of her head. "Behave while we're gone, darling."

Ania stepped forward and hugged Oksana. "Do as you're told and no playing up, okay?" she said softly, stroking her cheek before looking at you. "Take good care of her. Don't let her out of your sight."

With that, Artem and Ania swept out of the house and into the car. Oksana watched from the study window as the car disappeared down the winding driveway.

"Welcome to my world," she said, tilting her head and smiling at you. "What's your name, Personal Protection Officer?"