Chapter 133

Obviously, I was never going to reach his running speed or endurance, but I tried. Panting like an old dog, I reached the clearing where Mirko and Sasha were building a snowman. Rather, Mirko was trying to design the doll and Sasha was putting dirty snow in her mouth; Kit and Kim and some of their puppies were playing chase with each other, barking happily. After a few moments, Ivan was face-up in the snow and the children had climbed on top of him. The game seemed a bit violent to me, but hearing how they laughed was the indication that they were not hurting each other. Sasha pulled her father’s ears while laughing.

I stopped for a moment next to a tree to watch them play, and I smiled with joy.

Afterwards, my gaze wandered to the snowy surroundings, and after observing the clearing very well, I realized that this was the place where, a little more than two years ago, Mirko had taken me to find Ivan and his sister. Would they have noticed? It was the same place, I was v