Two hundred and three: London

Ivan managed to wear a smile on his face even though his heart was shattered to pieces. “Hello there, my name is Ivan.” He said with the brightest smile he could summon. “Do you want to tell me your name?”

She silently stared at him, although it seemed as though she wasn't as scared as before. Yet she didn't utter a single word and neither did her gaze leave Ivan.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I don't force you to do anything you don't want to do. Although I would really like to know your name. I bet it must be as pretty as your eyes.” Ivan spoke softly.

Even though he already knew what her name was, he was hoping to hear her say it to him.

“London…” the scared little girl responded softly, almost as soft as a whisper.

Ivan smiled brightly from his heart now, a smile that reached his eyes. “I knew it, I knew it would be something pretty. Do you remember my name, London?”

She nodded her head, her knees folded in front of her to rest on her chest.

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