The man watch Cherry come over, one hand over his daughter's tummy as if ready to grab her and run at any moment. One never knew when such a thing may happen, sad as it was to need to be prepared. He came from a very tragic country. Yet the woman seemed nice enough, petite, likely he could kill her with one punch to any number of points. Alright.
"Hello," he said with an obvious Russian accent. "I am Mikhail and ve are...I suppose term is...new neighbor?" The man was clearly not all that impressed with the situation, but in the least he was grateful they hadn't left anything behind. His wife had passed a year ago now, and the pair had nothing else where they had lived. Of course, the home had been nice, but that wasn't something that could not be replaced.