The Belarusian female known as Natalia Arlovskaya was walking to the capital building in the city of Minsk, also her capital city.
Little did she know, there was a toddler running around said building, playing with a couple of the people who work there.
Not until she walked in and said toddler ran by with a couple people running after him.
Natalia blinked in confusion.
The boy skidded to a stop and looked at Natalia.
When he did, the adults chasing him flew by and crashed.
He went to Natalia and tugged on her dress.
She looked down to him.
It was then that the boy raised his arms to be picked up.
A sigh escaped her and she picked him up.
Neither knew who the other was, but both knew there was something different about them.
Natalia carried the boy to the office where her boss is.
"Excuse me, sir. I do believe you wanted to see me," she said.
The figure turned to her and saw she was carrying Maskim.
"I see you met Maskim. We have reason to believe he's one of your kind, as he was bruised and battered when we found him wandering through Minsk. Within moments of us finding him, his wounds had fully healed, almost as if they were never there. No ordinary human could do that."
It was then that Natalia looked at Maskim.
"Which city do you represent?" She asked.
Maskim blinked and looked up at her.
"Minsk," he said simply.
"That explains it," she said to her boss.
"If you don't mind, I would like to raise him as my son."
"Go ahead and do what you want with him," her boss said.
Smiling, Maskim exclaimed, "Mama!"
