You lost someone you love right now. And you found yourself standing in front of Ivan's door. He was your enemy yet you craves for his comfort, for his embrace, for his presence. You just had an argument with him like you two usually do and you expected him to throw you out. He opens the door with a frown but as soon as he saw you crying, his face softens.

"My.. someone died and I don't know where to go. I'm sorry. I'm sor-" you weren't able to finish when he said softly. "Stop saying sorry and come here." *He spread his arms open as you bury yourself in his body. He hugged you tightly, comforting you.