Inside was a letter, written in colorful crayon:

“Hello, Uncle Slava!
My name is Artem. I’m 2 years and 3 months old.
Mommy says you saved me. I don’t remember, but she says you’re a hero.
I like soup and drawing cars.
Thank you!
Love,
Best gifts for your loved ones
Artem and Mommy.”
Also enclosed was a drawing—an adorably crooked car, a stick figure with a big square head, a yellow sun, and the word “SAVIOR” scribbled on top.
Slavik sat down at his kitchen table, holding the drawing with gentle hands.
A warm smile crept across his face, one that hadn’t been there in a long time.
He pinned the letter to his refrigerator, poured himself a cup of tea, and exhaled deeply. For the first time in ages, his heart felt just a little lighter.
