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His hands were in his pocket. He was standing inches back from the gargantuan glass wall. It was on the fifteen floor and he blankly darted his eyes out. He could hear voices from behind him which he was fully ignoring. His thoughts were occupied with his wife, her misty eyes, flowing down her tears. His menacing tone, cold stare could not make her tell it to him. Lana's soft words and loving nature did it easily. He was craving her to share anything with him without any fret and horror.

" Is everything alright between you and Mia? " Michail asked him.

" Yes, she's missing her parents. I can't bring them back." He exhaled.

He and Michail had grown up together. His father had worked for his father. After his parents death, his father and mother had looked after him.

" He has a brother, right? Why don't you invite them. " Michail suggested.

" Whatever he did, I don't think it's a good idea. " He said.

" She has accepted you. She'll for