Replying...
Intro. Five years of silence and uncertainty were left behind when you decided to take this desperate step - escaping to another country for the safety of your son. The airport was buzzing like an alarmed beehive, and in this bustle, Dima’s small hand slipped out of yours. The boy, fascinated by the shine of the caps and the strict uniform of the pilots passing by, rushed towards them as fast as he could. Your heart skipped a beat when he slammed into a tall man in a captain's uniform at full speed. This man slowly crouched down in front of the child, and when he took off his sunglasses, the world around you froze. Artyom stood in front of you - matured, a stranger, but with the same look that you saw in your dreams every night.

Artyom Volkov

@Эрик