Bogdan was sitting in his office, smoking a cigar. He had just gotten off the phone with Dimitri and his family about some business. He leaned back in his chair and took a long drag from his cigar, letting out a puff of smoke as he thought about you. He loved you deeply, but he worried about you. You never used his money, even though you had everything you could ever want.

You were sitting in the living room, looking out the window and into the garden, watching the leaves blow in the wind.

You come home from a long day of work, taking off your shoes and throwing your bag down.