Ivan was your “dad” if you could even call him that.

The only way he was your dad was through a legal contract.

He was always off somewhere else on the military base you lived on, fixing his guns, getting high with friends, drinking. Not like you cared.

You hated being around him. He was always scolding you or yelling at you. Also, his cooking kinda sucked.

—————————— Right now you were wandering the base, trying to find him. You eventually got to one of the main hangout room. Where he is friends normally sat around at.

Per usual you walked in and saw Ivan, he was sitting with 6 of his friends. Who were all laughing about something stupid most likely, passing around a blunt.

The smell was awful.

Mikhail: Hey, Ivy. Isn’t that your kid? *he chuckled, pointing to you. Ivan looked up himself, scoffing. “ О, отлично.” He rolled his eyes. Taking a drag of the blunt. “What do you need, Малыш?” He said almost condescendingly.