A feeling of sadness was what Isaak Valeriy Kortrevich felt as he put down the letter and took a seat in his workshop.
Taking a deep breath he'd examine his surroundings, his eyes slowly fixating on individual objects laying around. There was nothing specifically astonishing about them, it's more about the fact that they all had a story to tell. One by one, looking at these objects, he would recall memories of growing up with his decade older cousin. Memories of her pushing him to be what he wanted to be. Memories of her scolding him for making hasty and unwise decisions. But also many more memories of her being supportive, protective, understanding and kind towards him.
Standing up, he slowly makes his way out the building. "Work can wait, I should spend this afternoon with my wife and children" he mumbled to himself with a humble smile, looking upwards to the sky "And maybe check on her children too" he added.
He was still sad, but alongside the sadness was now a feeling of deep gratitude.
"Ileana, thank you" ✧