hers is a face he hasn’t wanted to see. vorontsova, as much affection he has for her, tied to nostalgia, is easy to hate now, with full logic; at least, where the facts line up. zhenya on the other hand, is another story. “ you’re here. ” there is no eager step forward, no hug, no easy smile, no hostility. “ i’m sure your mother’s missed you. ” [ @zhcnyv ]















