Chapitre 362: A Dad Bod

Demyan 

When Igor entered and met Pa's curious gaze Vasilisa looked like a wet cat as she hid behind him partially. He was holding a brown paper bag whilst his other held her hand. My sister was just as tall as me. I had never seen her to look small but next to Igor who towered over her, her hand looked small in his. 

She was blushing furiously as she gave Pa a small apologetic smile. 

Pa seemed to size him up before he muttered something low in Russian that even I could not understand. Igor smiled and answered back. They went through this for a tense few minutes before Pa beamed and let out a loud cheer, "I like this one!" Igor let out a booming roar laugh and they quickly hugged like two long life best friends.