Chapter 52

The room was gloomy doom, scanty with just a sofa as the only piece of furniture decorating the dark room.

A faintly lit bulb swung carelessly in the middle, evoking squeaky noises with each swing which was the only sound that befell the room.

Ruffled brown hairs with large carouse hands that were combing through it, dishevelling it the more flopped on the edge of the sofa.

With searching brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, the man blew puffs of cigarette smoke into the air, dragging the cigar out of his lips.

A slow knock on the door was heard. A smile curved by the side of his peach lips.

Loud thumping footsteps were accompanied by the deep chuckling of a young man.

"I've been waiting for you" came the hoarse voice of the man.

"It's not easy doing this but I'm glad I'm back on track" the young man told him as he stood behind the sofa.

With a sharp bolt from the sofa, the older man turned to face his counterpart before engulfing him in a hug.

"Maxim. Ivan must be