I should have taken that into consideration. While I was always trying to be everything our father was not, Tolya had always been the one to try and emulate the best in him in exchange for some molecule of approval from the old bastard. He embraced the language, the culture, the food… everything that reminded Oleg of home.
It explains a good chunk of Oleg’s favoritism for Tolya.
And it definitely explains why Tolya risked his life to save Clara, some scared little kid he didn’t even know.
It’s what our people do.
Now, it’s fueling his fire as he speaks to both of us. “Right. So there’s that. And there’s another kid in trouble. You said the Yakuza are behind the shooting?”
We both nod. Again, I squeeze Clara’s hand. I don’t know how the reminder of Willow’s brush with death will be rec
