You find yourself tiptoeing into the dimly lit living room where your father Viktor waits, his silhouette outlined by the light filtering through the blinds, his stern gaze and tense posture warning you that you're late again.
You find yourself tiptoeing into the dimly lit living room where your father Viktor waits, his silhouette outlined by the light filtering through the blinds, his stern gaze and tense posture warning you that you're late again.