Glukhov and Clara were spending their evening at home as they planned for their upcoming anniversary of when they first met. How will they spend their upcoming anniversary? Let's find out.

In Glukhov's home, Glukhov was sitting on his couch reading a newspaper all the while thinking of any ideas he and his girlfriend Clara could spend their upcoming anniversary together.

"Hmm, we could try go swimming at the beach?" Clara suggested.

"I don't know Clara I mean, I don't even have a swimsuit and if I did, I think I'm too old for it…" he answered feeling nervous on that choice.

"Oh come now honey. You must want to do something. How about dinner?" Clara suggests.

"Dinner sounds good but where would we go?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know. Somewhere where the moon's light shines over us like on the Alola islands." She answered.

Glukhov thought for a moment and shrugged. "Well Shawn did tell me about this new place him and Phoenix went that's nearby a lake where the moon's light is known for being prettiest at in the city. Wanna give that a try?"

"Yes, I would love that. That place sounds perfect." She answers and kisses him on the cheek.

Around that time they heard the doorbell ring. Glokhov sighed and stood up as he tossed the newspaper aside. He walks to the door and opens it to sees a tall Krookodile, much to his surprise.

The Krookodile had a wide, muscular build along with a darker red almost crimson complexion, and with a serious face that showed he had seen a lot of combat. He bears a thin scar that runs over his face from above the left eyebrow to the right cheek. At the moment he just wore a white t-shirt, black pants, black shoes, and black fingerless combat gloves.

"Uhhh...can I help you…?" Glukhov asked a little shocked if not somewhat intimidated by the other Krookodile.

The other Krookodile showed his I.D. bage, showing them he was a member of the KGB. "Sergei Boyka, KGB. I'm looking for a Glukhov, mind if I step in I have some serious questions about something of importance." he spoke with a very thick Russian accent sounding similar to how thick Glukhov's accent was.

"What do you want with me?" He asks seriously.

"I'll explain everything inside." he answered just as seriously.

Glukhov steps aside to let the unknown pokemon in as he entered in and shuts the door behind him.

"Who is it honey?" Clara asked as she walked in and saw the unknown Krookodile.

The younger Krookodile looked at Cara suspiciously with an almost evil eye to her before asking. "Who's this?" he asked the older Krookodile.

"No, who are you is the question." Glukhov asked.

Sergei simply ignored him and just made his way into their dining room and took a seat. "Have a seat, he motioned the two to sit on the couch in front of him as he opens his briefcase full of papers.

Glukhov growled as he sat down in front of him wondering what he wants. Clara sits down next to him appearing worried about what this was about. The younger Krookodile simply looked through some papers and pulled out a file that had both a picture of a younger Glukhov when he was part of the Spetsnaz during the cold war, and a older picture of him today.

"Glukhov Sivakov. Born June 6th, 1946. You were the commander of the elite Pokemon Division within the Spetsnaz during the Cold War. Said to be the youngest one to ever reach a high rank among the your unit at the time." Sergei began never taking his eyes off of the file.

"Yes and what do you want with me?" He asks becoming a little impatient

He ignored him and pulled out a picture. "Just wanna ask you some questions regarding this woman." he spoke showing him a black and white photo of a female shiny Krookodile that Glukhov had never seen before.

Glukhov took the picture and looked at it seriously. He had no memory or this person or individual no matter how hard he tried. "I'm sorry I have never seen this person before…"

"Are you sure?" the Krookodile asked seriously.

"I'm sure…" Glukhov answered.

"Do you even know her name?" Sergei asked even more serious almost demanding tone.

"No I don't remember her or even know who she is…" He answered honestly.

Sergei looked at him very seriously in the eyes. When he saw Glukhov was serious he sighed and laid back in his seat. "You don't even know who she is do you…" he asked.

"Look youngman what is this about and why are you here questioning me on this and just why is this person important to you."

"That person is my mother…" Sergei answered bluntly.

"What does that have to do with me?" He asks.

The younger Krookodile sighed and pulled out another paper.

"Her name was Darya, she died last week from lung cancer. In her will she wanted me to visit you and give you this." Sergei spoke and handed Glukhov a letter.

Glukhov opened the letter and read it's description. In the letter it showed a picture of him just as he was as a younger man alongside the female Krookodile spending time together. It also had some medical notes and reports that report back around the eighties and such. It read in the following.

"Dear Glukhov, I know you may not remember me or probably don't care anymore. After all we only had one night together right. I was only just that one random person. To you I may have been just a simple women not worthy of your heart but you have always had mine. You have always been the only man for me. I never allowed anyone to be in your place or allowed them the chance. My son is allot like you, so much it's almost as if he is your clone. I know sooner or later he will need to meet his father. I've done what I've could but he's such a sweet boy, he deserves to know who that special person his mother always held dear to him. I'm sorry I could never face you, I thought you were always ashamed of me and perhaps you left Russia to avoid me. I will not blame even as I spend my final moments writing this. All I ask is you to at least show him why I've always loved you.

Forever yours, Darya Boyka.

With that the letter ended showing a picture of the same female with a baby in her arms that looked allot like Glukhov except he had a more dark crimson red colors to him.

"Hello dad, I'm your son…" Sergei spoke.

Glukhov took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes processing on everything that is happening to him. "So… you're my long lost son…?" He asks curiously.

"Long lost? If you want to call me your bastard son go right ahead. After all, you didn't even know who my mother was even after I showed you her picture…" Sergei spoke seriously sounding both sad and mad.

"Because I never saw her again… That's why I don't remember her. I was deployed to the frontlines in case America attacked the Soviet Union…" He answers softly.

That just made Sergei a little angier. "Dont bullshit me. You left shortly after you had one night with her. I know because I checked the records and information on that day. The day you left my mother was the day you deported to America because you wanted to have American freedom since Russian didn't have much being one of the second power countries. But this isn't about Russia or America, this is about you, me, and my recently deceased mother."

"It wasn't personal! We weren't even dating! It was a one time thing and I didn't know I have a son until now… So it's not my fucking fault!" Glukhov answered angrily.

"And I didn't know I had a dad until now. And I didn't know he was the type of guy to have one night stands with some poor young woman and then deported to America just to leave her pregnant in Russia." Sergei spoke.

"I didn't mean to get her pregnant!" Glukhov hanged his head in shame.

"Then what was she to you? I don't know what you saw in her but my mother saw you as the only person she had in her life. Even on her deathbed dying she still believe you to be one of the best and only people in the world. To her you were her whole world just as I was to her. Yet here you are in America with someone else and you didn't even know who she was or remember her!" Sergei shouted a little at him.

"I may be not a perfect man but I'd never leave a woman pregnant. If I've known I would've stayed or took her with me…"

"Because you left before she could have the chance to tell you…" Sergei answered calming down a little.

"If you came all this way to humiliate me then get it over with…" Glukhov covered his face in shame.

Sergei sighed. "No, I didn't come all this way for that. My mother, while I was holding her hand in her final moments, with her last breath, wanted me to come here and get to know you and, have a proper father and son relationship." he spoke not sounding like he liked the idea.

"And you coming here telling me how much of a bad person I am is a way to start that?" Glukhov asks.

"I just wanted to know if you even remember her and wanted to know what have you been doing and where've you been all this time. So yes I'm a little upset but for my mother's sake I will apologise for that."

Glukhov sighs. "I'm sorry for not being there all of your life. If I knew about this I would've stayed and raised you or even brought you with me."

"Look, I got along okay without you or a dad. It was mostly my mother who suffered. Yeah I suffered with her but I did anything and everything i could to provide for us when she couldn't because of her being crippled and paralyzed from the waist down."

"What?"

"Yes, after she had to give birth to me at her house because she didn't have the money to pay for hospital stuff or anything. And while she tried going up stairs to get medicine after giving birth to me, she tripped and fell down the stairs which left her crippled and paralyzed from the waist down. She had to raise me all by herself since she had no one left in her family, all the while confined to a wheelchair."

"Arceus, I'm terrible…" Glukhov spoke to himself.

Sergei saw the distress and horror in his father's eyes. Seeing that he did look horrified from his actions and having no idea. Clara gently rubs his back and then hugs him trying to make him feel better or at least calm him down.

"It's okay, listen I'll go make us some coffee or something, I'll be right back…" Clara offered as she kissed his head and left to the kitchen.

Sergei watched her leave before looking back at Glukhov. "So who is she?"

"She is my girlfriend. Clara. Why do you ask? You probably won't accept her being your stepmother. So why do you care?" He answers.

"You're right I won't accept her as my step mother. Since I still am legally registered as Boyka and not Sivakov. I don't need you and her to raise me, I'm a full grown man. However I asked because I am curious to know what does she have that my mother didn't."

"That's not the point. You won't accept her because she's not your mother like Darya but she won't care about that. She will still help you regardless so the least thing you can do is respect her."

"I'm not saying I won't, I'm just saying she's not my step mother. After all there's really nothing you can do now to raise me. But listen it wasn't all that bad, we did find help from the church of Arceus, from a very understanding and generous pastor named Nikolai. Who I guess you could say was the closes thing to a father I probably ever had."

Clara soon came back with their cups of coffee. "So Miss, how did you end up meeting Glukhov here?"

"It was a couple of years ago. We've met at a coffee shop together once in Lumiose City. I bumped into him bringing his coffee and I accidentally spill it on his crotch. I apologized for everything I accidently did to him but he was okay. Since then he came back to the same coffee shop everyday when he needed coffee and we became close friends since then."

Sergei raised an eyebrow. "Interesting…" he spoke before taking a sip of coffee.

"Yes, he's a good man at heart in fact the greatest in my eyes and his friends as well. He has great friends including his old friend Koda from the war, and even saved his friends Shawn and Phoenix Kaiser from Legion once."

Sergei stayed silent.

"So...KGB...how did you…?"

"That's not the only thing I do. I'm also a lieutenant in the Spetsnaz special forces, a heavyweight fighting champion in MMA, and a part time registered pastor at a church of Arceus back in Moscow." Sergei spoke.

"That's quite the number of achievement, Sergei." Clara answered and smiled slightly.

Sergei shrugged a little. "Just me doing what I can for the family." he took a sip of coffee.

"Family?"

When Sergei finished he got a phone call. "Hold on." he pulls out his phone and answers. "Hey Alyona how're you doing baby? Yeah I'm here. Yeah I'm actually sitting right in front of him right now as we speak. I don't know you know how mom's death affected me." He sighed for a moment and rubbed his eyes. "Well he didn't even know who she was or even remember her when I showed him the picture. I don't know honey I'm just...I'm still sad about mom you know." he spoke sounding sad.

Glukhov couldn't help but tear up a little seeing his son tear up as he mentioned how much his mother's recent death truly hurt him.

"I'm okay honey, I'm just, a little overwhelmed and such. But how's little Anna doing?" He smiled. "Really? She's walking a little more? That's traffic, wow and I'm not there to see her, crap. Well, try recording that for me and I will try to be back as quick as I can. I love you both and Arceus bless. Bye…" Sergei smiled and hung the phone up.

"So you're married?" Glukhov asked.

"Oh yeah, and if you think that's a shocker. We have a little girl name Anna who's a year old. Which makes you a grandfather." Sergei answered.

"That's great. I hope to meet her one day that is if you let me." He answered.

"We'll see." Sergei spoke before finishing his cup of coffee. "Well my mother's dying wish was for me to meet you and establish a father and son relationship. Which I haven't a clue on how I'm suppose to do that so I'm here for just today and will let you lead the way. And if things go well I...may consider making a second trip and bringing my family with me. I don't want to move Anna much around because she has asthma."

"Well we met and you don't even want to see me anymore. So you can kindly leave anytime you like. Maybe even tell your daughter how terrible of a grandfather I am."

"Look it's not that. I only have today because I have to get back to the many different jobs I have tomorrow back in Moscow. And I'm not gonna tell Anna anything yet. So best make use of today then, and I'm not leaving just yet, I came all the way from Moscow to come here so I'm making use of it. The decision of you wanting to make the best of the time your son being in the U.S. I leave to you."

"Very well then. I don't know what we can do to make this work."

"I have an idea, Glukhov, why don't you take your son out and show him around the neighborhood and introduce him to your friends." Clara offered.

"Alright then. What about that, Sergei?" He asks Sergei.

"Well I can't think of anything else to do so why the hell not."

"Alright then. We'll have our evening together."

Sergei only rolled his eyes and got up with him. Glukhov sighed knowing that this won't end well for himself or his son.

Still they got outside the house and made their way to Glukhov's suv.

"So what do you do for a living now and days here in America?" Sergei asked.

"I work in an organization called Oracle Squadron. It used to be a Russian Secret Black Ops but now it's supported by both Russia and the U.S."

"Oh yeah I know them. The head of the KGB, my boss, once offered me a chance to join them. I turned it down because I already had enough on my plate as it is. Besides I'm pretty comfortable working as a Lieutenant in both the KGB and Spetsnaz."

"Well just so you know I didn't lose my Russian culture so don't think America softened me up or anything."

"What are you talking about? I don't discriminate between nations. Besides, my best friend is a human member of the C.I.A." Sergei asked raising an eyebrow.

"That's amazing. Even I didn't get that far."

Sergei sighed annoyingly. "Look old man, it's not something to make a big deal out of alright." he spoke while hopping into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Glukhov jumps into the driver seat, starts it up and drives off from the lot into the neighborhood. "So um, how much did your mother talk about me?"

Sergei was silent for a moment not really looking at his father. "You were her entire world. She thought you were the only person who ever cared about her. And even as she passed away she still thought you were the most amazing person around."

"I see. I wish I was there for you. I wish I was there for her when she passed away… I would've never left if I've known about it. I would've brought both of you with me if I had know."

Sergei sighed a little. "Yeah but you kind of left before you really gave her a chance to tell you. She didn't find out she was expecting me until two weeks after you left her. In fact you kind of left her without saying anything or leaving a goodbye note."

Glukhov stops the SUV instantly which made them pull over as Glukhov know that isn't true. "That is not true. I sent her mail before I left."

"If you remember that then why didn't you remember her when I showed you her picture?"

"Because it's been years since I've seen her. You think anyone can remember someone like that great women I met. It's been so long I didn't even remember face and it's the same with you when you just met me."

"Yet she remembered you." He then looked at his father with a sad look on his eyes. "And if you did send her a letter then why did she never get it?"

"Were going to the post office now." Glukhov says as he shifts gears and drove off quickly to the post office he sent the mail from.

"Glukhov, if you did sent a letter that was years ago during the cold war. Russia and the U.S. were not really friends at the time. So if you sent it from across the border they would've destroyed it or something." Sergei comments.

"No, I'm checking right now." Glukhov arrives to the post office

Sergei only sighed and exited the vehicle. "I don't know what you hope to achieve comeing here. How long ago did you send this letter."

"I guess as soon as I was able to arrive in the U.S. for the first time I don't know it was a fucking long time ago."

"Then why are we here?"

"To see if they have old mail." Glukhov pulls his seatbelt off, jumps out his driver seat and closes it behind him. He storms into the post office with his son simply following him very calm yet annoyed by his father's actions.

Glukhov literally kicked the door open and stormed inside, pushing everybody in line out of his way.

"Um sir if you got something to mail you must wait in line like the rest." the human post office clerk spoke. Yet he quickly jumped when Glukhov slammed his fist hard on the table.

"I'd like to find an old letter that I mailed to someone in the eighties during the cold war. It was for a person in Moscow."

"Um sir, any letters sent to Russia or delivered to the U.S. during the Cold War were all confiscated by the U.S. government. I can't really do anything on or help you on the subject since that was like thirty something years ago." the clerk shrugged.

Glukhov pulls out his Oracle Squadron I.D. Card, showing he has clearance from the U.S. Government and the Russian Government. "Now show me where the mail is." Glukhov demanded.

"Um sir, they're not here, they were all sent to Washington thirty years ago. I can't guarantee if whatever you sent is still around."

"Bullshit! I know they have lost mail here. Now show me where you lock them up. I know they're here."

"I'm telling the truth sir they're not here." the clerk spoke honestly while panicking.

"Glukhov just let it go okay he's telling the truth. I tried searching for any letter you may have sent over the border back in Moscow, and any letters from the U.S. or meant to be sent to the U.S. were confiscated by the Russian Government and sent to the capital at the time. I know because I asked my boss the head of the KGB to look through the letters for me." Sergei calmly tried reasoning with him.

Seeing the clerk was really serious and telling the truth he sighed but not without growling as he made his way out the building. "Mark my words son, this letter issue is not over. If I can find the letter will that be enough to prove to you I didn't abandon her."

Sergei did not respond.

"I mean I...Sergei I swear I…" Glukhov just sat on the steps leading to the post office.

Sergei just sat with him.

"I...I just, I can't remember her, but I know I wouldn't have done that too her without either very good reasons or anything I swear…"

"Why do you think you can't remember her?" Sergei asked softly.

"I don't know Sergei… I don't know…" Glukhov answered as he hung his head in shame again.

"Hey Glukhov there you are." he heard Clara's voice call to him.

The two look up to see a mysterious man in a black suit wearing a black trench coat while wearing a mafia like hat. Clara was with him which made Glukhov and Sergei very curious.

"Mr. Glukhov…" The man asked with a light russian accent.

"Yes, Clara what's going on?"

"Well I called in Oracle to get some info on you from everything you did before you joined up. I found out that you sent a letter intended for a Ms. Darya Boyka in 1989."

The man hands the letter to Glukhov and leaves them. He hands it to Sergei who gently opens it to read it. It read.

Hello Darya, it's me, I, I have no reason or excuse for the sudden departure. You see, before I met you I had just found out a very dear and close friend, Ashton Prikes, was murdered. He was a U.S. soldier who I fought against during the Cold War. Yet he saved my life from Koda almost putting a bullet in my head thus he spared me. His death was so hard on me I was so close to killing myself. So very close. But then I met you and you, you saved what was left of my soul. We only had one night but that one night saved me from myself and I owe you a debt I can never repay. You truly are the most beautiful person to me in body and soul and there will never be another women before you. I wanted to bring you to the U.S. but I feared of the consequences and possibilities of what could happen. So I left, for your safety. And to insure the person who killed Ashton doesn't connect me to you and maybe go after you. I will be drinking a special drug meant to erase my memory of you. I do this for your safety, but if you get this letter and somehow find me. Please don't be upset from whatever I become and I promise my memory will return the moment I read this letter.

Forever yours as always, Glukhov Sivakov.

Glukhov's memories began returning to his mind as he read the letter and remembers the moments he had with Darya. Even if it was for a short time, that one moment saved him from himself and saved him from killing himself. Giving him a purpose to live on. Tears began rolling down his eyes remembering the good times he had with her.

Sergei himself looked almost shocked if not just as sad as Glukhov. He had to sit down on the steps and try to process all of this in his head. If anything he looked like he was getting more upset than his father.

"Now you know why…" Glukhov spoke.

Sergei never took his eyes from the letter as he felt tears coming from his eyes. "If, I just had this letter for her maybe, maybe she could've had the closure she deserved before she passed away…"

"Yes I know…" Glukhov answers taking a seat next to him.

"I..I don't know what to do I mean. She thought the world of you, and she suffered so much, she had a right for closure before she died…" Sergei spoke as he just started breaking down and crying.

Glukhov gently gave him a hug as Sergei quietly sobs on his shoulder while he pats his back gently. "I'm sorry, Sergei…"

"I always felt responsible for her pain, for her 's why I did all those stuff to get money. So I could pay her back for everything she did for me. Raising me, taking care of me. I wanted to try and take care of her like she took care of yet the one thing I could never do was give her the closure she rightfully deserved." he cried.

"It's alright son. I can tell right now she's watching over us making this her true closure even after her passing. Arceus will watch over her like she did with you and what we will do from now on." He answered.

He softly nodded and just stared at the letter.

"Are you gonna be okay son?"

"I...I don't know. You know her funeral is gonna be in two weeks from now. Would you please come, please." he softly begged.

"You know I wouldn't miss it." He answered.

Sergei softly nodded and stood up. "So you wanted me to see these friends of yours right."

"Well yes. They really are good friends of mine." Glukhov answered.

"Alright I...well, I'm gonna, wait in the SUV or something...I just need some time to take this in and call my wife and such."

"Alright then." He answers as watched Sergei go back to the SUV.

"Are you gonna be okay Glukhov?" Clara asked in concern.

To be honest he wasn't sure. "I...mentioned in that letter that there would never be another women before her to me…"

"It was before we met, Gluky. I know she meant everything to you like I had a boyfriend before you. He was Garchomp wrestler he was my life till he cheated on me and I exposed him for using steroids as a way of payback. You? Your story is different you had to leave for good reasons only a few could understand like me." Clara answered.

"Strange, when I first met Ashton he was my worst enemy. But I respected him greatly and eventually grew to love himlike if he was my human brother. And when he died I felt so alone. So alone I almost killed myself and Daryla, I fell in love with her because she saved me from myself. I wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for her from stopping me and giving me a reason to want to live."

Clara smiled and held his arm. "She was a good person. She will be missed but never forgotten."

He just stayed silent for a moment. "Go on and show your son around the neighborhood, and don't worry about the anniversary, we can find time for it later." Clara offered.

"Of course honey but I want someone to be a mother here…" Glukhov looks Clara referring to her as he held her closer.

She smiled. "I understand, let me talk with him before you leave."

She let Glukhov go and walked over to Sergei, just as he finished talking to his wife.

"Sergei…?" Clara asked for him.

"Huh oh, forgive me Ms. Clara I was just finishing up talking with my wife…." he sighed.

"Sergei, I know it's hard but I still want to be a good stepmother for you and be a possible part of your family."

Sergei looked at her a moment not sure what to think. "I...I need some time please…"

"Sure…" Clara leaves him back to Glukhov. "I hope he'll accept me because I know it's hard to lose someone they truly care for and I just don't want to see him live without a mother."

"I'm sure he will he just needs some time he's had allot happen in one day."

"Yes I know." she smiled as she watched her future husband drive off to show his son his close friends.

And so here we end another great adventure with Glukhov, his long lost son and his soon to be wife Clara. Seeing that he had a son for a long time and hoping that he can make a better father and son relationship. Will Glukhov be able to make that relationship with Sergei, and see his daughter in law and granddaughter? Stay tuned as the journey continues...