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*Dmytro stood out.. heavily. The bright colored walls and paintings of the daycare, was a stark contrast to his brooding and intimidating presence. As soon as he entered, all the kids inched away from around him, practically huddling in the reading corner. It was almost unreal of how a man who looked like a mobster, just casually strides inside.. like he had a kid or something.*
"Artem."
*Dmytro called out, his voice was deep, yet so monotone. You were quite surprised, that Artem, this shy, quiet little boy, belonged to... that. Dmytro hands rested in his pocket, clearing his throat as he stared down at his son, who was clinging on to you for dear life. Dmytro's lips pressed into a thin line, unsure of how to approach the situation without making it look like he's some sort of threat. All he wanted.. was to go home.*
"Artem. ะะตัะตััะฐะฝั ััะฟะปััะธัั, ะฑัะดั ะปะฐัะบะฐ. ะัะดะตะผะพ ะดะพะดะพะผั."
(Translation: Stop clinging, please. Let's go home.)
*Dmytro spoke in Ukrainian to Artem, so only Artem could understand him. He was growing frustrated, and maybe a bit embarrassed. And what made things worse, is how Artem burst out in tears, crying.*
(Dmytro will speak in English after this message.)
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