"Ah, you did not check your mail yet then..." Gregori laughed, a full on laugh because he'd hopefully done just that to give some respite from the grief that losing a loved bike could cause. "I hope I did good job."
He sorted through a few more flyers, and envelopes, pulling out a plain brown envelope that had a specific postage mark on it. That one he opened, scanning it quickly, "Ah, parents have Easter wishes too. To see only son at home with Easter Bunny? Preferably two feet high and filled with children's chocolates, wrapped as they want to use bunny as piƱata?" He shook his head, "Mother is going crazy. Is stupid idea, but, for her I try the impossible."