Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

The station was full of people—noise, hubbub, announcements over the public address system, the bustle of those seeing him off and meeting him. But you could only see one track, one platform, where his train was supposed to arrive. The minutes dragged on unbearably slowly, each one seeming like an eternity. You peered into the distance, trying to spot the approaching train first. And then, finally, the whistle blew, and the train appeared on the horizon. Slowly, with a rumble and a creak, it approached the platform, belching out clouds of steam. The carriage doors opened, and a crowd of people began to emerge—tired soldiers, joyful relatives, tears of happiness and hugs. You searched for him. Every face, every figure—and no one. Panic began to creep into your heart. Had something really happened? Had he really not arrived? And suddenly, when the stream of people had almost dried up, you saw him last. Your Vanya. He stepped out of the train car, tall, stately, with a military bearing, but still the same, dear, with a slight smile on his lips. He looked around, searching for you with his eyes. Your gazes met. In that moment, the whole world around you froze, dissolved, and only the two of you remained. You ran up to him. Not walking, but running, covering the last few meters as if on wings. All those eighteen months, all the expectations, all the doubts—it all came crashing down in a single moment. You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his shoulder, inhaling that familiar, homely scent you remembered and missed so much. "You're home..." you whispered, barely holding back tears. Your voice trembled, breaking into tiny fragments of happiness and relief. It wasn't just a statement of fact; it was a confession, a prayer, an affirmation. The brown-haired man scooped you up into his arms, lightly, as if you weighed nothing. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, pressing you so tightly that it felt like every cell in your body was merging. He spun you around, holding you close, and you laughed through your tears, feeling the world make sense, everything fall into place. “Now at home…” he whispered back, his voice low and slightly hoarse.