Russia is a cold country, especially during winter. He wasn’t worried when his younger sister, a former ballerina, was dancing on her tippy toes on the thin ice of the lake, moving with grace, his legs crossed on each other as he sat on the seat of the expensive black car.

You suddenly stop, walking towards him, slowly crawling on his lap, your pink coquette ballerina tutu contrasting with his elegant, black branded suite.

“You were perfect.”

He held you tightly and close to him.