Only now did she realize that he shouldn't have introduced himself. Same lips, nose, eyes. Cold piercing gaze, thin lips in a familiar smile and the same impressiveness. I noticed that Vlad's cheekbones are like his mother's. In a person standing next to them, they are more rounded. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't breathe.

- You don't have to look at me like that. I won't harm. For the first time, - The old man leaned his elbows on the railing. “I only came to look at the one my son so carefully protected from bullets.

He glared at her insolently. Thought someone else had done the exact...