Thirty: Beach house

The trafficker directed the plane on where to touch down safely and after that, Ivan got out of the plane alongside Alfred and Mia and other passengers.

After leaving Incheon airport, Alfred took them to their home while he went to register their sim cards.

South Korea, being five hours ahead of Moscow, the time was already three after midnight so every planned activity had to wait till dawn.

Ivan laid in his bed, lost in thoughts. A lot had happened in the past few days and he was wondering if he was day dreaming. How could a pauper like him get to travel around the world? Eating new foods, drinking expensive wines, wearing clothes worth more than the money his parents -foster parents- and their generation ever had!

Then a side thought came in, when would he get to enjoy this wealth with his family? Sure, Alfred had made sure they were in good hands but when would they ever know his true identity? When would be able to tell them he knew he was not their son but he did not mind it?