Oleg lets go almost immediately, as soon as we cross the threshold of the house. We are alone in the cottage and this cannot but rejoice. The falcon pulls my hand, leading me up the stairs to the second floor. I feel his nervous tension and understand what can help him. He needs me. Now. All.

We burst into the bedroom, nearly knocking the door off its hinges. Oleg squeezes my waist, wrapping his arms around like pincers. I rest my back against the wall and slowly slide down it, dissolving in rough hands.

- Masha, my little one. I missed you so much, - Oleg showers my neck with...