Vladimir’s point of view…
Arbat Moscow, Russia…
“Dinner is served, sir.” Inna said as she placed a plate of steaming hot steak and mashed potatoes, with vegetables in front of me on the table.
“Thank you Inna.” I thanked her as I reached for my fork and knife. “Where are the children?” I asked as I looked around at the long empty table.
“They refused to come down for dinner, sir. I tried to force them, but then they threw some temper tantrums and they told me to leave them alone.” She told me. “Sir, where are you going?” Inna asked when she saw me get up from the table.
“I’ll be right back. Just close up my food for me.” I told her as I left the room. I then made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. When I passed by April’s room, I heard laughter and that stopped me dead in my tracks. I w
