Zelenskyy fell in love, got married and had a daughter. But nobody knew about it. It was his secret to protect.
A war breaks out, how will he navigate through the pitfalls.
Will he and his family survive?
Where does Macron fit in?
Klitschko who?
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Vova was tired he was scared. One of his best friends. Sergiy Shefir came in the small private room to sit with him.
He was filling in the forms when Sergiy noted he wrote down "Jorja Bleu Macron-Zelenskia" he resisted the urge to ask his friend about it.
After a long time of sitting in silence Sergiy said "Vova? Who is this girl to you and why is she so important? “ just as Vova was about to answer him his phone buzzed. Vova answered the phone and spoke to the person on the other end in French.
Since when does Vova speak French Sergiy wondered. When he was done with his call he came to sit down again. This time Sergiy noted the ring around Vova's finger as he sat there playing with it.
"Vova?" Sergiy asked with caution. Vova apparently a million miles away in a memory simply answered with "hmm?" when Sergiy touched his arm.
Sergey Kazanin arrived just as Vova announced he needed fresh air and for someone to come call him if he's need. But he wanted to be alone.
Kazanin went and sat down next to Shefir. The 2 friends greeted each other like normal. Shefir asked his friend "do you know who this young woman, Jorja Zelenskia is? And since when does Vova speak French fluently? And why is Vova acting so weird?"
"Because she's my wife and for the past 3 years I have been studying French." Vova suddenly answered from the door.
Both men looked up. "She's your what now Vova? Since when are you married?" Shefir asked.
"We have been married for almost 3 years now. We got married after only 3 months of knowing each other. No more questions for now please I just want quiet."
After sitting there in death quiet for hours a small voice yelled "Daddy" Vova looked up when a little body connected with his. "Hi daddy" the little girl said. "Hi sweetheart" Vova answerd hugging the girl tightly to him. "your beard tickles daddy" she laughed. Vova barely manage a smile. Makron walks up to him takes the little girl from him and tell her "go tell Peter you want a milkshake. I saw one one the way in" the little girl grabbed onto this big bodyguards leg. He picked her up as she told him. Macron got closer to Vova hugging him. He gave up and just cried into Macron's shoulder. Both Sergey and Sergiy were too stund to speak.
Vova cried himself asleep and Macron layed him down carefully to not wake him. He needed sleep. Macron motion the two men closer and whispers. "Hi I am Emmanuel Macron" the men introduced themselves. "Who is the little girl" Shefir asks. "Rory?she is my granddaughter" Macron answer patiently. "ok but why call Vova daddy" Shefir asks "because she is his daughter what does your children call you?" Macron asks with a smile.
Shefir was shocked not only was Vova married to a girl they never met but he was a father to a beautiful girl. And apparently French president Emmanuel Macron was his father in law.
A few hours and smal talk went by when a doctor came by and told Vova that I am awake asking for him. He told her for security reasons he will be taking me home if I am stable but he will have a doctor and Medics on standby. She simply nodded and said "ok Mr. President."
Vova and dad walked into the room together. I smiled because dad was holding Vovas hand like you would with a small child. Talking about small child a little Tornado was been catched just before she made impact with me. Dad whispered something to her and handed her to Vova. She leaned in ever so gently and gave me a kiss.
Dad and Rory went back home while I stayed behind with Vova.
After 2 weeks I had my stitches removed as well as the sling my arm was in. It was poped out and not broken that I was thankfull for. My heart had developed an arythmia. Because of the electricutions.
One evening it was silence outside I asked Vova if we can go outside if only for 10 min I needed fresh air and to see the stars. He said he will see what he could manage. After 20 min one of his men came to get us and took us outside. As we were standing outside we saw a shooting star. Vova held me close to him. In the moonlight he looked older. He aged 30 years in just a few weeks. I fell asleep on his shoulder. He carried me back to our bed.
Week 4 came and I was getting annoyed and cooped up. I told Vova I was fine. He said he could tell by the way I was working out.
Finally he allowed me to go out with him. Since I was not allowed to fly yet I was content being by Vova's side.
One evening vova went out with his men when he returned blood was running down his face. "What the fuck happened?" I questioned the bodyguards.
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I took the medical kit from my drawer and start cleaning the wound. The one guard was having a fit that Vova needed to see a doctor until he said "Enough now. I am seeing a doctor she just happens to be my wife also but she is a doctor. So calm down she would have said something if there was something to be said." one of the guards said "I honestly dont want to be rude but didn't he say you also studied law like him?" I smiled and said to Vova "see why I dont tell people these shit?" "I do yes I am sorry" he answered. I looked over to the guard and said " yes to both. I studied JD/PhD Law and Psychology PHDs. As well as Trauma Medicine, Pilot and music. So yes I did both and some." He walked out the room without a word.
A few days later Bucha happened and we decided to pay a visit there.
