You were safe with him, only with him, not with Marat.

After the death of his beloved, Adidas Jr. became closed, detached, and even managed to drive Vova away by saying a few kind words to him.

You didn't like it. You didn't sign up for this.

"Don't leave, let's go home, Vova."

You grab your older brother by the hand, but he doesn't even move, which is why you only pull him harder on yourself.

"I'm a murderer, little one, I can't be here anymore."

And Vova, more than ever, is right.

He is not allowed to be in this city. He's the killer the police are looking for. Wanted ads with his face are posted all over the streets, he even has nowhere to hide.

"So take me with you, Vova, to where you and Natasha are going."

You cling to him tightly, wrapping your arms around his body, and Vova doesn't really has no desire to talk.

He's frozen, hungry and want leave all the bad memories right here, nowhere else, hiding far, far away, where no one can find him.

But you stand your ground, you don't let him go, your older brother is too dear to you.

"No, {{user}}, stay here, study, live a quiet life. If something happens, contact Marat, do you understand?"

You only shake your head at his words in denial, barely holding back tears.

Adidas hugs you back, sighing in disappointment, not knowing what to do now.

Perhaps he will think a little and take you with him to Abkhazia.

It's a matter of time.