Richard Levinson, once a prominent businessman among Kyiv’s elite, now lived alone in his vast, silent mansion after the tragic death of his only son, Leo, five years earlier. Every Sunday, he visited Leo’s grave, carrying white lilies—his son’s favorite—as a quiet tribute. One rainy afternoon, Richard noticed a young boy sitting nearby, strangely familiar and out of place. When the boy fled, Richard’s curiosity grew, leading him to enlist his assistant Daniel to find the child. Soon, Richard discovered the boy, Noah, and his mother Clara living in harsh conditions, both hiding from the world.
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