Stasya tiptoed into the study, her teddy bear held close to her chest as she zeroed in on her Daddy. He was slumped in his chair, which just wasn’t right. Daddy never slouched and he didn’t even notice she was in the room. Stasya tugged at his sleeve until he looked down, attempting to muster a smile for her benefit and wiping away his tears. “Daddy, please don’t cry” Stasya begged, upset that her Daddy was so unhappy. “Yuri’ll make everything better.” she told him, with confidence only a child could have as she pushed her teddy into his arms.