Spring lovers: We who are inseperable

The white large corridor that was quiet and gave nothing more than the feeling of isolation and loneliness somehow was got perplexed with the sound of sudden and rushed footsteps. Psychologically it showed how much the person to whom the footsteps belonged, anxious.

The sound of the rushing footsteps did not end, rather the voice of some people huffing, came, followed by a group of people themselves. In a fraction of seconds, the then lonely corridor was filled with several men wearing in black suits, bodyguards, as one could identify them. 

The center of the attention was a man in his fifties walking with hurried steps. What made him special was the long and heavy fur coat that hanged from his shoulders, swaying every time he took a step ahead. 

Soon, all the group of men reached towards the end of the corridor, which was pushed open by one of the men, only to reveal a young man, in his late twenties, with a pale face. 

With great difficulty, the young man raised his free hand to grab the glass of water that the nurse passed on to him. 

Grabbing it, with his shaking hand, before he could let his pale and dry lips could touch the tip of the glass, he had already felt the presence of the uninvited guests in the room. He raised his head and with eyes that seemed unknowingly distant, he took some time to understand the scene in front of him.

After a moment, his gaze rested on the man in the middle. His gaze on the man didn't waver for a good amount of time. 

"Leave," Cheslav said, with authority evident in his voice. In a blink of an eye, the room was left with only Cheslav and the young man. 

Silence slowly graced the atmosphere in the room with its presence. Both the men had no idea what to say, it was evident from their behavior, and the hidden anxiousness rising within them. Finally, Cheslav cleared his throat and started.

"It's good to see you. How are you feeling?" 

Instead of answering, the young man looked at Cheslav, and then after few moments, he nodded, possibly gesturing that he was feeling okay. 

"Drink the water first," Cheslav said, as he didn't fail to acknowledge that someone was in the need to water. As he answered again with a light nod and drank water after a time that almost seemed an eternity. As the liquid touched his lips and went through his throat, the young man's tensed expression turned into a relaxed one. 

Cheslav didn't budge from the spot until the young man hadn't settled down comfortably. When he realized that it was the right time, Cheslav said, "You must be having a lot of questions. Ask them away."

"What, how, and why I am here?" the young man asked. 

"You are a victim of an accident from seven years ago. You have been in a coma for eight years. Today is the first time you opened your eyes after eight years," Cheslav said, with a straight face. 

"Who are you?" 

Cheslav stayed quiet at this question. Looking into the eyes full of questions, he said, "Your father."

The young man raised an eyebrow on this, it was clearly evident that he didn't believe those words that he had just perceived. "I think you are mistaken. My name is Zhang Yong, and I am the heir of-"

Cheslav interrupted his words and then said, "Heir of the Zhang Family, that is no longer into being. You have been unconscious for eight years. Things have changed."

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Zhang Yong looked at Cheslav with eyes of distrust and distraught. Somehow, it created a sting in Cheslav's heart, but he couldn't identify what exactly was the cause of it. He found it irritating and annoying. 

"We can talk about that in detail later. Rest for now," Cheslav said, as he made his exit from the room. Coming out of the room, he said, to the doctor, "Put him to sleep for some time. He is asking too many questions."

Inside the room, Zhang Yong was left in question. 

"Wait! Tell me what are you-," before Zhang Yong could speak anymore, his words were interrupted by stinging pain on his head, which almost made him unconscious.

Soon, the doctor came in and then said, "You should rest. You have just woken up, please don't take any stress, or it can be harmful to you."

Zhang Yong noticed every movement of the doctor, and just when he realized that the doctor, was injecting him with something, he protested. 

"What is this?" Zhang Yong asked in a panic state. The doctor didn't answer him, rather he rubbed spirit on a selected spot on the patient's hand. 

Bringing the injection close to him, he answered, "Something that will calm your nerves," and without giving the chance for questioning back, he inserted the needle into Zhang Yong's skin.

The medicine did its work within five seconds, putting Zhang Yong to sleep instantly. 

In a room,  the tapping on the surface of the wooden table could be heard, along with the clock's needle ticking.

On the table, there were several photos were scattered, common in those photos were a young lady in her mid-twenties, most of the time with a poker face. 

Suddenly, on the table, another photograph was kept on the scattered ones. Showing the same young lady, but now with a man in his late twenties. The poker face on the woman's face had given onto a bright smile that was blooming on her face. 

The man next to him had the same expression. Anyone could suspect that they were in love, it was evident from their eyes, but Cheslav was not interested in it. 

The smile was unpleasant for him, and one could see the vein on his head popping, as if ready to burst out of the pressure. 

But what happened was totally the opposite of the expected. The almost silent room was suddenly filled with a loud burst of laughter. And it wasn't a pleasant one. 

The walls bear with the unpleasant laughter for a while, before it died down, followed by Cheslav's words. 

"So, you are saying that she was in front of us, and we find her only now?"

David, being his usual self, without a single trace of guilt, nor any fear, said, "This seems like the case, sir."

"I don't want to acknowledge it but, she was very clever to make me chase her for a year more, when I had already found her," Cheslav said, with amusement on his face. 

"But, I had already spent seven years, one more went by quicker than I had expected. But now that we have found her, it's time to cut this chase."

"We will follow the same strategy as we did a year ago. I don't want this game to finish. For seven years it had kept addicted to it, and now that we are on the last level, I want to stretch it long," Cheslav said, as he looked at David who nodded and started. 

"She returned to China from Russia two days ago. But she returned with a man, instead of the woman she had left with. The woman's name is Mia, she is her secretary and will be returning today, alone," David said. 

"Perfect timing, just perfect. And, now, it's time to being the last level of this eight-year-old game."