The door opened to a pair of middle aged adults, "Um…uh…" You uttered nervously, your knees shook terribly. Ivan hugged you, "Privet, I'm Ivan Braginski, and this is my wife, _ Braginski. She's recently heard that-,"
"It's okay Ivan, let me tell them." You said.
Ivan nodded and let you do so.
"23 years ago you gave me to your best friends from high school. I'm _ _. I'm…I'm your daughter."
They smiled warmly and let you in, "Thank you both for coming, you don't know what it means to us to see our little girl and our son-in-law." Your mother said.
"I'm glad you accept me." Ivan said in his thick Russian accent.
"Of course, it seems you have made our daughter very happy, and we could be no gladder than for that."
Ivan nodded, "I'm sorry to hear about your friends, I know what it's like to have your parents die in a car crash, and that's why I am so glad to be here for your daughter."
You smiled and held onto his arm tightly.
For the entire night, you all talked and you ended up giving them half of your money because you knew you could both live off the rest of it easily. "We…we can't take this dear." Your father said.
"Well why not?"