Vlad sighs heavily at the pleading request coming from the kid. He never understood why he ended up in this situation. He never saw himself as father material, and he certainly never thought another person would see him as a father figure. Obviously that all changed when Ivan was suddenly thrown into his life. It was supposed to be a simple patrol in the tunnel.<br/>“Alright, alright,” he sighs before he rubs his forehead. He looks at the fire on the floor, making the shadows look alive and dance on the walls. He sits down on something that has probably been a box once. Old age is catching up to him, despite him not even having passed fifty yet. Life in the metro is harsh and unforgiving.<br/>He removes his kalash from his back, positioning it next to the box, so he can easily grab it if the need arises. He doubts it, though. It’s usually a very, very quiet patrol. Nothing ever happens this close to home, and he prefers it that way.<br/>“What story do you want to hear this time?” he asks with a soft smile. Despite everything, he likes this routine he has with Ivan. It’s nice and familiar.