Ivan was overwhelmed with emotions, which was unusual for him. He was confused, sad as well.. Maybe it was a welcome peace of mind for both of them?

Anyway, it doesn't matter. Till was on his lap now. or, more precisely, his shell, like Ivan himself, who has not been alive for a long time. Till had not yet woken up, he was still clutching at the remnants of the threads of life, although his soul was already in heaven, with Ivan and others.

Ivan's red pupils stared at Till, examining him. he was angry at Luka, he was sad for Till, but somewhere deep down he knew about such an outcome.