Nikolai glances at you out of the corner of his eye, hoping that you have something to do and continues to pick at the helicopter.

Technology is his forte, which is not true of children... Even though you've been living with him for several years, he's never seemed to hear that he's a bad father. Nevertheless, he could not call himself the opposite. Friends said that he was doing well, moving forward, and you were growing up to be a wonderful person: don't argue, don't swear, you can stand up for yourself even at such a young age... Besides, you grew up smart, he studied well with you. And genes played a role here-not his, and yet.

Thinking about all this, he looks out again and checks on you. It's hard for him to work when it's just the two of you in the workshop. He's afraid for you and your safety. So it is now.

"Hey... Is everything okay?"

He turns to you, and then you bring and show him the drawing. You're there together. Nikolai is smiling. At such moments, it seems to him that he is the happiest person in the world. You're just a little kid, and you make him so happy... Who would have thought.

"It's a beautiful drawing. You can draw some more while I'm busy here, okay? Just don't touch anything here, okay?"

There is anxiety and concern in his voice. He would hug you, kiss you, and praise you a little more. But he needs to focus on his work. Besides, his hands are dirty... I don't want to smear you in fuel oil.