After years of traveling back and forth Moscow and London, Silas finally settled with spending the rest of his life in Moscow, it was where he was most familiar with, so he returned home, he's grown up here, the people, the food, the women, oh the women, the peace, and the solitude he's found since he left London and The Architect, and even Lena. Lena. He knew that one way or the other she was going to be okay with the boy, he would have been worried those earlier years when his leaving was still new, not now, Costa should be about fifteen years old, he could look after her, and himself. But what does his boy look like, he never got to see, he never got to know, he just knew that somehow, one way or the other, they were both going to be good.Now I don't think it's okay to wake to haunting memories like a past as bad as Silas', everyday, since he left London, he's been thinking a lot about Lena and Costa before he went to bed. Today, he had rubbed his eyes, and sat up in bed, he could

Lena never let him out of her sight for too long, she wanted the best for him, reason why she always got to monitor his every move, his every deeds, just so he does the right thing and ends up well, not like his father. What was she supposed to say when she saw him earlier? No, she knew she wouldn't run into him for a hug, he didn't deserve it, he didn't even also deserved a smile. What she did was okay, she didn't know the man, and what do you do with people you don't know? You ignore them.Her and Costa had finished seeing a movie together, and Costa had gone to his room, leaving Lena alone in the sitting room, she had to clean up, and do the dishes. She took the plates to the kitchen and washed the oil off them, she placed them nicely back into the rack and called for Costa, but he didn't reply. He normally wouldn't leave her after a movie, sometimes he stayed back on the couch, and most times, he helped her with the dishes.“Love?”He didn't reply still, he usually responded to h