It only took a few seconds of hearing the sweet melody of Баю, баюшки, баю to send him running.
Words of the lullaby swirling through his head spread nervousness all over his body. He tried to get a hold of himself, yet he could only focus on one specific couplet.
Придет серенький волчок,
И ухватит за бочок.
(Else the ol' grey wolf will come,
And grab you by your side)
The lump in his throat as been causing him a great problem to breathe. But he did not care enough to breathe through his nose and breathe out with his mouth.
No.
A sore throat? That did not matter. What matters, is to get away from that beast of a man.
And what do you know?
That man being the one and only Yevgeny Vissarionovich Bogdanov.
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"ZAIKA"
FanfictionThough it seems his past got swept under the rug, he could not be more wrong. What happens when the person who still haunts him to this day, finds his whereabouts? That one being the one and only Psikh Bogdanov.
