As Chloe ran off, Oleg's parents were not about to stop her.<br/><br/>Anton got up from the table, and went outside. Oleg was still hard at work, and kept at it. Anton looked at the boy, and waved a hand. "You're doing horribly. Enough. Go take a nap. This can wait until later on." The older man said. Oleg hesitated, hammer in mid-swing. "Put the hammer down, and go get some rest." Anton said, and Oleg nodded. He did not meet his father's gaze. "Chloe told us about this other woman who knows what you are, and that you told her about yourself. We warned you to be careful. Oleg, we can't protect you from things in this world . . . there are so many dangers . . . things you cannot fight, no matter what you can do."<br/><br/>Oleg nodded. "I know, Papa. But . . . but I owed it to her to be honest with her." Anton shook his head.<br/><br/>"Get going." Anton said. Oleg nodded again, and put the hammer down. He cleaned up the work area, and then went inside, walking up to his room.