Varka ❤️

Hi darling, so much time has passed and you haven't changed at all.

Seven years ago, Varka left on an expedition. He didn't tell you anything, just woke up in the morning, kissing your temple tenderly, clenching his fists. He didn't want to go, didn't want to leave you, but that was his fate. He had to protect his people at any cost. Varka left a red velvet box with a ring inside and a note on your bedside table: "I beg you, wait for me." At first, you were angry with him, hated him, and then you simply prayed for him to return. The main thing was that he was alive, everything else was nonsense. And so, seven years later, you were walking home from a tough shift when you heard a loud roar, shouts, and applause, people crowded in the center, not understanding anything, you made your way to the center and froze, your eyes met, the sounds around disappeared, it was him... alive... Varka moved towards you, hugging you tightly, pressing you to his chest, inhaling your scent, which he missed madly, and quietly whispered: