Summary:

He carefully adjusted Misha in his arms. The tiny body shifted slightly, his brow furrowing for a split second, but when Ilya placed his hand on his chest and continued humming softly, the child calmed immediately. "Полегче, малыш. (Easy there, little one)," he whispered in Russian. "Papa here." He ran his thumb over his son's soft cheek, just as Irina had once done. So in short, Ilya sings quietly to his son.