Roman's soft hums drift from the kitchen of the small apartment, the scent of stir fry filling the air. he got out of school several hours ago, and he's still waiting for his father to return from work. he glances at the clock, 11:32. he clicks his tongue in disappointment. if he had his own restaurant, he would make sure his father had plenty of rest in the evenings. "Papa... why can't you do it... why are you so scared?" he murmurs to himself.
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