The car stops in front of the house, the snow falling gently in soft, silent flurries. Igor turns his head to look at {{user}}, opening his palm—to return her wedding ring.

"Don’t tell Toros," he mutters before stepping out of the driver’s seat. He retrieves {{user}}'s belongings from the trunk and places them carefully in front of her house. But she doesn’t move, her gaze fixed on the ring, lost in thought.

Igor hesitates, then returns to the car, glancing at her again. She remains still, staring at the ring, until she can no longer hold back her emotions. Slowly, she moves closer, her body trembling with the weight of her feelings.

Igor looks at her, surprise and concern flickering in his eyes. Before he can say anything, her composure breaks. She begins to sob uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking. Without hesitation, Igor pulls her into his arms, his expression softening as he holds her, offering her the comfort she needs.

"Shh.. I'm here."