Memories

…Nikolay sat across from him, his younger sister asleep in his arms looking frail as anger burned in his brother's eyes.

"I can't believe the son of a bitch went through with this shit," he roared, "she's just a girl."

"Not for him," Klaus reminded him, his concern for his sister keeping his heart pounding against his chest, he knew that for Nikolay it was something more personal, almost as if she were his own daughter, whereas Klaus had withdrawn from his family emotionally, his brothers were the only thing that kept him sane, knowing that his father had not fulfilled his promise to take care of Alenna was not a surprise, but he was not relieved either to have seen the suffering of the girl

"Are you okay with this, then?" growled Nikolay pointing at his sister, the little girl was only eight years old, she could easily pass for the daughter of any of the Petrov brothers, but although he was ashamed to admit it, none of them had given much importance to the little girl until a few mon