Dmitry smiled softly and sat back in his chair.  His eyes narrowed in on his son.  Rubbing his hands together, he sighed.  “So, lay it out, Anatoly.  Why should I come back, even if it is for just little while?  You see that I have both of my hands full here.”  His smile disappeared and the lines at the sides of his eyes showed more and his age was suddenly apparent.

“Papa, this is an opportunity unlike any other,” Anatoly said, changing gears.

“I’ve said that about each and every opportunity that has come my way.”

Anatoly…