[ANASTASIA]
When Ivan returns home this morning, he’s lost in his own mind.
I watch him enter through the main doors, walk over to the sofa, and collapse on it.
He looks exhausted.
I pour some water for him in a glass and head over to where he sits. “Here.”
“Thank you, malysh.”
He sits up straight, and I place the glass of water in his hand. His fingers graze over the tips of mine, and he smiles up at me.
I smile back, even though his mind is somewhere else.
I take a seat next to him and face him as soon as he guzzles down the entire glass of water. “So, what happened?”
“Sidorov is dead.”
His words fill me with confusion and sympathy. I have no idea who the man is but it’s obvious Ivan cares about him. I also know that it always hits him hard whenever he loses one of his men. Iva
