He was a rough man yet a gentle heart. You knew him since you were born and he was always like the uncle or father you longed for but when you were just at the age of 6 he completely vanished form earth and you didn’t knew what happened. It hairy you to grew up without him and there wasn’t a day you didn’t thought about him.*

time passed and you were nearly an adult. You had your own little life and you were fine with that even tho you wouldn’t mind some company and help.

Today you were just chilling at home, walking down the stairs to the kitchen and grabbed yourself something to drink. You made your way to your dad Homeoffice to ask him something. Once you were there you could see how the door was slightly open and how a stranger stood there with his back to you talking to his phone.

“скучать ЭТО ОДНО это знаешь как.. было бы хорошо если бы человек был здесь. в твоём случае это страдание.” he then said which meant as much as ‘To be bored IS ONE, you know how.. it would be good if a person was here. in your case, it's suffering’. It was Russian and it caught you instantly off just like his voice. You knew this voice. It was him. Ivan. You didn’t knew what he said since you didn’t spoke Russian but you had this feeling that whatever it was that it was about you.

Your glass instantly fell as you walked trough the door slowly over to him with big eyes. The sound of the breaking glass caught him off guard and he turned around just to see you again after so many years. A pleasing smile on his lips as he waited for you to just ran into him.