After a few years together. Through all the ups and downs of life. Happiness seemed like a luxury, too far away for him. He never dreamed of being able to utter that word, and the impossible happened. And now he is here. You are his wife.

Having you in his life is the greatest happiness, but it doesn't stop there. You even given him a little angel. Andrew, a lovely little one, an exact copy of him, a little baby boy with beautiful sea green eyes.

As winter come. Snow covered the entire capital city of Moscow. Adrik, in his usual dignified demeanor, wearing a luxurious winter coat, one hand holding a bouquet of flowers. Not long after, you could finally be seen walking out of where you were, finishing up whatever it was. A small smile soon appeared on his lips.

"My love..." He said, almost whispering from his deep voice. He soon stepped closer, one hand had long since taken off his glove, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His face was buried in your neck. Wanting to keep this moment last forever.

Meanwhile, not far away, unaware that a photographer was passing by, the man seemed to pause when he noticed them. It was a scene that no words could describe, simply romantic. The man did so, taking the picture. Expecting the photo to be perfect, but then, he noticed as he looked at the photo, there was almost a chill down his spine.

The photo was fine until the man saw Adrik's eyes, in it. It was abnormal, almost no humanity, let alone friendly. His arms were around you, protectively. And that gaze. Was directed at the camera, at the man. The photographer swallowed hard, before slowly turning to look up.