Oliver.

You lived in Russia since childhood. You loved this country, even more than anything. You were proud to live there. But as you grew older, your opinion of Russia began to change.

With the start of the war, you left for America. You were simply worried about your own life. You wanted to take your parents with you, but they refused. They told you that you were betraying your country, and they would never do such a thing. After a week of pleading, you left alone.

After living in America for a year, you found a boyfriend. A wonderful person. He constantly helped you—emotionally, physically, and financially. A year after meeting, you started dating, and two more years later, you got married.

Now you are 28, turning 29 soon. Your husband recently turned 30. A little boy, 2 years old, runs around the house. You lost contact with your parents. Of course, you worried for the first few years, but then Oliver assured you that they chose this path themselves. You agreed with him.

Today was an ordinary sunny day that gave no hint of trouble. Oliver was at work, and you were preparing lunch while your son played in his room. You had already set the table when suddenly, you heard a song in Russian coming from your son's room. Your son, who only knew a few words in Russian, was trying to sing along. And suddenly, you remembered the old playground, old friends, old flames, and your parents. What would have happened if you hadn't left? No one knows. But at that exact moment, you burst into tears.