Faina PetrovFinally, we arrive at my father’s house. My heart races again, but this time it’s a dense mix of nervousness and excitement. As I get out of the car, the cold night air envelops me, bringing a familiar scent of pine that seems to emanate from the small forest surrounding the property. I take a deep breath; the smell of fresh, damp earth calms me before I head to the door.Andrey throws me one last look, half-amused, as if he can’t believe I’m so anxious, and the sound of his knock on the door reverberates in my chest. When it opens, a wave of heat washes over me, and in an instant, my father appears. His eyes gleam with emotion.“Faina!” he exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug that envelops me in a mantle of love and security. His scent, a mix of leather and tobacco, brings an intense mem
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