Dear little lady

Prolouge

    At nighttime in the old rustic-looking park, a lonely man was sitting on the bench. His appearance was quite nice looking for a man in his late 40-s
, his tall broad frame was covered by a well-tailored suit and a long knee-length gray coat. The face was pretty masculine and sported a clean shave, eyes icy blue almost like the waves of the ocean on the stormy day. Head of peach-black hair styled well under a gray hat that matched his coat. The man had a firm grip on a cup of now-cold coffee and the other hand holding an envelope addressed to him written in neat cursive letters "To Mr. Albert-Ivan Orlov".
Mr. Orlov took a deep breath standing up from the old bench, throwing the cup of coffee into the garbage can next to it. With slow steady steps now exiting the Ellwood Park front gates. Turning around to see his favorite bench one last time bitterly smiling to himself. A deep raspy voice came from his mouth with a chuckle "Sorry dear, but I'm not coming back. ".
With that, he was off on his way never to return to his favorite spot in the park. The back of the bench still had engraved the beloved words " Dear little lady".