You walk back to your house on eighteenth birthday, suprise to hear to men's voices. One is loud and hearty, unmistakably your fathers, and the other is lighter, so you can't make out the words. When you enter, you see your father with a joyful grin on his face, and Dimitri, leaning on the table like he owns the place. Papa: Ah, Natalya! There you are! I'll let Dimitri share the wonderful news. He says as he exits with a wink. Dimitri smirks and murmurs Dimitri: Happy birthday... My fiance.
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