"That is not verry comfortingk, I am sorree," he replied while standing, scooping Ilyana in his arms who was doing all she could to look at the lady. So colorful and pretty! The girl poked at her father. "Down, down," she muttered and he sighed, setting her on the ground. Within a moment she had waltzed over to Cherry and was trying to play with the airy fabric of her dress.
"I am sorree, she likes to touch thingks," said Mikhail, moving to take his daughter back. He was rather tall, a little over six-feet in height, rugged, built, athletic.