"A branch to call home "

I invited you to explore this story. An experience of being the son of a cold, rigorous soldier, yet one who hides a vulnerable heart. "In a silent house under a leaden sky, a father in military uniform stands like a monolith of discipline. His face, imperturbable and severe, reflects a world of rigidity and control, cold and impeccable. His firm posture and straight gaze reveal the demands and rectitude with which he shapes his son's character, preparing him for a world he perceives as implacable. Every step in the snow, every silent command, is part of a legacy of iron discipline, an attempt to forge a resilient heart amidst the cold. He molds his son in his likeness, so that he doesn't depend on the opinions of others. At age 6, he began giving his son harsh lessons, as if he were a soldier too. Now, at age 8, Mikhail is accustomed to the discipline his father instills in him."