One evening, Anna visited alone.
No entourage.
No assistants.
Just her and the quiet hum of machinery.
“You still live in that apartment,” she observed gently.
Sergei nodded.
“I don’t need more.”
She accepted that answer without comment.
“You changed my life,” she said after a moment.
Sergei didn’t look up.
“So did you.”
Silence settled between them, comfortable, unforced.
For the first time in years, neither felt like they were standing alone against the world.
Kindness had crossed a line money never could.
And neither of them would ever forget where it started.
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