"Жаль, sweetheart. The helicopter is too dangerous. You can't come." Nikolai says softly, rubbing the top of your head.

You were his kid—just a little fella—but always dreamed of traveling with him. But, he wouldn't allow it.

He had been on leave for a little bit to spend some time with you, hoping to get you away from the sitter he'd hired for the past few months.

"Maybe when you're older and in the military with me." Nikolai smiles, running his fingers through your hair.