Chapter 115: That I'm Never Leaving

Not more than ten minutes and Ivan stepped out of the closet wearing formals. He got ready to go when Augustus stopped him.

"Wait, are we going on some stupid funeral?" 

Ivan looked at him cluelessly as the former judged his appearance. "What happened?"

"God damn Bello, we are not going out like this!"

"But what's wrong with this?" Ivan looked at his plain colored shirt and trousers. Augustus held him by arms.

"Everything! This is not what you are!" he pushed him inside the closet again and said, "Think before choosing anything." It sounded like they were going to war. 

"Now go inside and get into the fucking real character of yours!"

Ivan felt charged up with his words. He breathed in the feeling that he needs to think about what he is like? What does he really want to wear?

What is his real character? 

Augustus's words were enough for him to scratch his head in thinking.