Piotr shifts a little closer, and slips an arm around her as he bends to press a half-smiling kiss to her hair. With the other hand, carefully, he picks up the garter.
It's fabric and elastic. A little more crumpled than it was on that day, years ago, but not like the dried bouquet; it might almost be new.
"I am very sure your father would be proud of you," he murmurs into her hair.
He didn't know her dad all that well. But some things are easy to guess.
"You are strong in yourself, my Katya. You have always been."
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Piotr shifts a little closer, and slips an arm around her as he bends to press a half-smiling kiss to her hair. With the other hand, carefully, he picks up the garter.
It's fabric and elastic. A little more crumpled than it was on that day, years ago, but not like the dried bouquet; it might almost be new.
"I am very sure your father would be proud of you," he murmurs into her hair.
He didn't know her dad all that well. But some things are easy to guess.
"You are strong in yourself, my Katya. You have always been."