Viktoria was standing in the corner of her room with a picture frame in her hands, concentrating on what she was doing. The sun rays coming through the window highlighted the pale color still lingering on her face. Viktoria was recovering, yes, but she was sick of being treated as if she was fragile and could break at any moment.
The door of Viktoria's room was slightly opened, and she did not notice Dmitri until he entered her room and closed the door behind him, his eyes immediately focusing on Viktoria. "What are you doing?" Dmitri asked Viktoria, his tone firm but also worried.
"Dmitri," Viktoria said, surprised, still holding the picture frame in her hands. "I'm just rearranging some of my pictures. It's not a big deal."
Dmitri approached Viktoria in a few quick steps and took the picture frame from her hands before Viktoria could even protest. "Stop," Dmitri said firmly but also softly. "You should not be doing anything. You're still in the process of recovering."
