In a bustling city, a baby girl was born on a quiet spring morning, the first rays of dawn casting a soft glow over the upper-middle-class family that welcomed her with open hearts. Her name was Vika, a name as vibrant as her eyes that sparkled with a mischievous glint from her earliest days. She was loved and cherished, the light in her family’s eyes, a bundle of unbridled joy.

Growing up, Vika was a whirlwind of energy, her laughter echoing through the house as she got into every kind of mischief a child could. She was fearless, racing through fields and climbing the tallest trees, her innocence and curiosity boundless. The world was her playground, and every day held a new adventure. Her family often joked that Vika would one day change the world with her endless spirit.

But as the...