Jonathan stared at the old man and the old man stared back at him. He was smiling, a gentle smile that made him look harmless despite his stocky build. Once again, he grabbed Jonathan by the shoulder before heaving a sigh. As he stared far off into the distance, a memory occurred in his mind and he couldn't help but reminisce about it.
"You don't have to say anything, kid. I'm sure it's hard for you." Ivan mumbled as if he was talking to himself when in fact he was addressing Jonathan in a pitiable manner. It was unavoidable for him to take pity on Jonathan since he somehow saw a reflection of himself from him. "When I was young, my parents moved from Russia to here, and I found it really hard to adjust. I don't know where you're from and I'm probably only projecting my past onto you but I could tell... you've traveled far to get here... and you wanted to make ends meet."