"W-Wait! D-Don't go…Mama…p-please don't leave," the young boy stood watch his blond haired mother turn away from him. She didn't speak. He grabbed the back of her shirt in desperation, but she harshly yanked herself free. "Ma…," he whimpered.
"No Nikita, you must go…," she hissed back still not looking at him.
The tears swelled in the young boys eyes, "I don't wanna, ma…p-please!" he screamed. She began walking, his father waiting back at their home for her. She ignored him at first. "Ma! Don't make me leave! W-Why can't I stay here?! Why can't I be at home with you and papa?! Why?" he cried out.
Vera turned around and walked back towards her sobbing son, "Niki…my sweet Niki…one day you will understand," she whispered while kissing the top of his head. "You are a smart, strong, and very brave boy…now…listen to me," she lifted his chin up with her finger smiling, "Are you listening to me, Nikita?" He looked hopelessly at his mother and nodded, Vera smiled and spoke softly while ruffling her son's blonde hair, "You're a big boy now…okay? You have to be brave, going to this school is the best thing for you. Alright? Don't cry, and be nice to the other students, okay? Will you do that for me, sweet?"
Nikita wiped his tears away, "Y-Yes ma," the boy looked at the white limousine that his father had bought, it came with some weird driver guy that he'd harass from time to time. "Will you write to me, ma?"
Vera smiled, "Of course my darling, but be patient. You must listen to the kind people at the school…and follow the rules," she kissed the top of Nikita's head and helped him into the car. "Goodbye Nikita," she said softly.
The young boy looked out the tinted windows as he wiped away the tears. In that moment he knew only one thing, he would not see Moscow for a very, very long time…