UnBooks:Ivan's and Lara's not-retirement

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Ivan's car is swag in it's way

Chapter 1:

Lara adjusted a few of her things around Ivan’s apartment, savoring the feeling of settling into a new space. For years, she’d been accustomed to living alone in grand, empty rooms. But here, every corner of Ivan’s apartment held memories and hints of his life – a few shelves lined with books, a tidy rack by the front door filled with sturdy boots, and framed photos of friends she’d never met. There was a warmth to this place, one that welcomed her with open arms.

As she wandered through the small but cozy living room, Ivan busied himself in the kitchen, preparing tea with his usual quiet efficiency. She couldn’t help but glance around, her curiosity leading her to a small drawer on the side of his desk. Remembering the Ivan she had first met – a man with an impressive weapons collection, from knives to pistols – she half-expected to find some vestige of that life here, perhaps a blade or some spare ammunition tucked away.

Instead, as she slid the drawer open, her gaze fell on something that caught her completely off guard: a framed diploma. Lara stared at it, momentarily speechless. Master of Education… Mgr. – not exactly what she’d expected to find in Ivan’s drawer of secrets.

At that moment, Ivan entered the room with two steaming mugs. He raised an eyebrow when he saw what she was holding. “Ah,” he said dryly, setting the tea down. “Yes. I earned that degree after the revolution. Wanted to put the brain to work on something other than… well, survival.”

Lara looked up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You, in a classroom? Giving lectures?” she teased, her eyes sparkling. She glanced down at the diploma again, as if to confirm that this was indeed Ivan’s.

“Believe it or not, I am a man of many faces.” He shrugged with a quiet pride, watching her reaction.

Lara’s smile softened, her mind spinning with images of Ivan standing in front of a chalkboard instead of in the heat of an expedition. “So… what would you have taught, exactly?”

“Oh, you know,” he replied, taking a sip of his tea, “history, literature – anything that kept my brain sharp and my feet on solid ground.” He paused, glancing at her thoughtfully. “But I’ve been considering putting it to use again. Maybe teaching at a secondary school.”

She was quiet for a moment, picturing it – Ivan guiding young minds, bringing his wisdom and strength into a classroom. “I think you’d be incredible,” she said sincerely. “And actually… I’ve been considering something similar.”

Ivan’s eyebrow lifted, intrigued. “Go on.”

She hesitated, the hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. “Cambridge has offered me a position as a professor. In history and archaeology,” she explained, her voice laced with excitement and a touch of disbelief. “I’d still be able to conduct my own research, go on expeditions – but I’d also get to teach.”

He gave her an admiring look. “Cambridge, huh? It’s a perfect fit for you. And I imagine the students would love having a real-life tomb raider as their professor.”

Lara laughed, shaking her head. “Well, I don’t intend to give up my expeditions, that’s for certain. I’ll just have to balance both.”

Ivan nodded approvingly. “The best of both worlds. Just don’t let those academics steal you away from all the adventure.”

They shared a smile, and for a moment, they both felt as if they’d found a new, steady path forward. Yet there was one thing left unfinished – one person left behind, still finding her own way.

“We should visit Elizabeth soon,” Lara said, glancing out the window.

Ivan looked at her in surprise. “Elizabeth?”

“Yes,” Lara replied, with a knowing smile. “Young Lara. She’s changed her first name. I think it helps her to create some distance from the past.”

“Elizabeth Croft…” Ivan tested the name out loud, nodding in approval. “It suits her.”

They quickly packed a few things, and soon they were on the road to the Croft estate. The drive was scenic, winding through the lush countryside. Lara glanced at Ivan as he drove, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“By the way,” she began casually, “I still owe you a surprise, don’t I?”

Ivan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You do indeed. And when exactly were you planning to reveal it?”

She gave him a sly smile. “You’ll just have to wait a little longer.”

By the time they pulled up to the restored Croft estate, the sun was beginning to dip behind the hills, casting a golden glow across the grounds. The estate was magnificent, a testament to young Lara’s – or rather, Elizabeth’s – resilience. She stood waiting on the grand steps, her face lighting up as they approached.

Lara smiled at her warmly. “Elizabeth. It’s good to see you.”

Elizabeth – the young woman who had once shared Lara’s name – greeted them with open arms. Her features had softened over the years, but her eyes still held that same fierce determination. She led them inside to a cozy sitting room, where she’d set out tea and an assortment of pastries.

They talked for hours, the three of them falling easily into conversation. Elizabeth shared stories of her latest adventures, tales of hidden tombs and priceless relics she’d managed to uncover, each story laced with a thrill of danger and discovery. Lara couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as she listened.

“You’re still raiding tombs, then?” Lara asked, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

Elizabeth grinned, shrugging. “What can I say? I learned from the best.”

Lara laughed, nodding approvingly. “I couldn’t be more proud.”

As the conversation continued, Ivan looked between the two women, clearly amused. After a moment, he turned to Elizabeth with a curious expression. “So, Elizabeth, with all these expeditions… I assume you’re driving yourself around these days?”

Elizabeth froze, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looked down. “Well… not exactly.”

Ivan blinked, genuinely surprised. “You don’t have a driver’s license?”

She laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “No. I never got around to it, honestly. I’ve always managed with my motorbike or on foot.”

Ivan chuckled, crossing his arms with an amused grin. “Well, if you’re interested, I’d be happy to teach you. And don’t worry – I’ll even do it free of charge.”

Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. She glanced at Lara for reassurance, and Lara gave her a playful nod. “I think you should take him up on that offer. Learning to drive would be useful – especially with the places you end up.”

Elizabeth hesitated, but her smile grew. “Alright, then. I’m up for it. Just try to be patient with me, Ivan.”

He chuckled, giving her a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

The sun dipped lower as they continued to share stories, the grand halls of the Croft estate filling with laughter and warmth. For the first time in years, Lara felt a profound sense of peace. They were all finding their own paths – Elizabeth, brave and determined to make a name for herself; Ivan, rediscovering his own purpose; and Lara, ready to guide others while continuing her own adventures.

As they said their goodbyes, Elizabeth hugged them tightly. “Thank you for visiting,” she said, her voice soft but full of gratitude. “It means more than you know.”

Lara smiled, holding her close. “We’ll always be here for you. Remember that.”

With one last wave, Lara and Ivan left, driving back through the night, feeling lighter than ever. And as they traveled back to Ivan’s cozy apartment, they each felt a quiet, steady happiness – a sense that, at last, they’d found a future worth building together.

Chapter 2:

Lara bought him a Škoda 130 RS. What a nice lady...

The morning sun filtered through the clouds as Lara led Ivan across the courtyard of Elizabeth’s sprawling estate, a mischievous glint in her eye. Ivan, with his ever-curious expression, followed her into a grand, meticulously organized garage that looked more like a luxury showroom than a storage space.

As they stepped inside, Ivan’s eyes widened. Row upon row of classic cars filled the expansive space, each one gleaming as if it had just rolled off the production line. There were old Rolls-Royces and Bentleys, gleaming black Range Rovers lined up in a corner, and even a few sleek sports cars he’d never seen outside of car magazines.

“Your Parents certainly has a taste for the classics,” he murmured, awe filling his voice as he scanned the collection.

Lara smirked, her hands on her hips. “They've had an eye for quality, I’ll give them that.” She led him toward the far side of the garage, where a vehicle sat hidden under a large canvas cover. “But we didn’t come here just to look around. This… is for you.”

Ivan looked at her, then back at the covered car, a hint of confusion crossing his face. “What do you mean, ‘for me’?”

“Go ahead,” she encouraged, nodding at the cover. “Take a look.”

With a slight hesitation, he reached out, gripping the edge of the cover and pulling it back in one swift motion. As the cover slipped off, his breath caught in his throat. There, gleaming in pristine condition, sat a Škoda 130 RS in full rally trim. The bright white paintwork and iconic red and blue racing stripes practically glowed under the fluorescent lights, and the car looked as if it had just come out of the pits, ready to take on the next rally stage.

Ivan was speechless. “Is this… a 130 RS?” he finally managed to say, his voice filled with wonder. “And it’s mine?”

Lara grinned, pressing a set of keys into his hand. “It’s all yours. You were supposed to have it ages ago, but… well, life had other plans. So here it is, a little late, but I’d say it’s worth the wait.”

He held the keys like they were precious jewels, staring at the car, taking in every detail. The gleaming alloy wheels, the flared fenders, the rally lights mounted on the front – it was a dream from his younger days made real. “Lara… I don’t know what to say. This is… this is incredible.”

Lara’s smile softened, seeing the joy in his eyes. “I thought it might be time you had something just for you.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “Now, the only question is, are you going to stand here admiring it, or are you going to take it for a spin?”

He laughed, looking at her with a youthful gleam in his eyes, one that she hadn’t seen in a long time. “Are you serious? Can I really take it out?”

“Of course. Elizabeth won’t mind – she’s basically me, after all, just a few years younger,” Lara said with a wink. “So go on, let’s see what you’ve got.”

With that, Ivan climbed into the driver’s seat, running his hands over the steering wheel, almost as if he needed to make sure it was real. He adjusted his position, settled in, and then turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, the sound filling the garage, a deep, throaty rumble that hinted at the car’s power. Ivan’s face lit up, pure joy radiating from him as he revved the engine, feeling the raw energy of the car.

“Ready when you are,” Lara called, stepping back as he backed the car out of the garage, a playful grin on her face.

Ivan didn’t need any more encouragement. He guided the car onto the open grounds surrounding the estate, where sweeping fields and winding paths stretched as far as the eye could see. With a steady hand and a determined smile, he pressed the accelerator, and the Škoda shot forward, racing across the estate’s expansive lawns. The car’s wheels tore into the soft grass, leaving trails as he expertly maneuvered, drifting around bends and kicking up clouds of dust.

From the main house, Elizabeth watched, her expression a mix of confusion and amusement as she saw a rally car tearing across her meticulously kept lawn. She turned to Lara, who had just joined her on the steps with a satisfied smile.

“Who… exactly is driving like that on my lawn?” Elizabeth asked, a bemused expression on her face.

Lara chuckled, crossing her arms as they watched Ivan handle the car with surprising agility. “That would be Ivan,” she replied. “He’s just testing out his new toy.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, watching as Ivan drifted gracefully around a corner. “Well, he certainly knows what he’s doing,” she said, clearly impressed.

“Years of experience,” Lara replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “This is his kind of adventure now.”

They both watched as Ivan continued to make the most of the open grounds, taking the car through one last spin before eventually slowing down and bringing it to a stop back by the garage. As he stepped out, his face was flushed, his eyes bright with a happiness that seemed to erase years from his face.

He walked up to Lara, shaking his head in disbelief. “I… I don’t even know how to thank you.”

She just smiled, crossing her arms. “Seeing you like this is all the thanks I need.”

As they loaded up to leave, Ivan couldn’t bear to part with the car, even temporarily. “Mind if I drive this back? I can’t let it out of my sight just yet.”

Lara laughed, amused by his enthusiasm. “Of course. I’ll follow in the Superb.”

And so, they set off for home, Ivan leading the way in his new rally car, the Škoda 130 RS gleaming in the evening light as it sped down the open road. Behind him, Lara followed in the Superb, watching with a smile as Ivan raced ahead, his laughter echoing in the wind. It was a moment she’d never forget – a perfect beginning to this new chapter in both their lives.

Chapter 3:

Eliz's first driving experience ended up in disaster.

Life settled into an interesting balance for Ivan and Lara. Ivan, now a teacher at the local high school, dealt with his fair share of student mischief and the occasional sticky prank. Lara, meanwhile, thrived at Cambridge as a history and archaeology professor, her charisma and expertise drawing in students from across the university. When the routine of academia felt a bit too confining, she escaped on adventurous tomb raids, a habit that kept her tied to her roots.

Despite the bustle of their new lives, Ivan didn’t forget his promise to Elizabeth. After months of settling in, he finally felt ready to take her on as a driving student. To prepare for her first lesson, he scoured through car ads until he found what he deemed the perfect vehicle for teaching the basics: a Lada Riva 1300. Modestly sized, simple, and sturdy, it was the ideal “starter” car in his eyes, but Elizabeth might need some convincing.

When he pulled into the Croft estate, Elizabeth was already waiting with a mixture of excitement and skepticism. She watched as Ivan stepped out of the Lada with a proud smile, patting the side of the car as though he were introducing her to an old friend.

Elizabeth stared at the vehicle, her brows furrowed. “This is… my first car?” She looked at Ivan with mild dismay. “I mean, I’d hoped for something a little more… modern?”

Ivan chuckled, giving the Lada a gentle pat. “Consider it a lesson in humility. Besides, there’s nothing quite like learning on a classic. It’s straightforward, and it’ll teach you all the fundamentals.”

Elizabeth sighed but climbed into the passenger seat with a reluctant nod. Memories of his old Škoda Forman – the first “classic” Ivan had ever shown her – flashed in her mind. She hadn’t actually driven it, but she’d already gathered that he had a thing for boxy Eastern Bloc cars.

Settling in beside her, Ivan gave her a warm smile, his tone calm but firm. “Right. First things first. Start the car.”

She took a deep breath, staring down at the ignition as though willing it to cooperate. It took her a few tries, but after some grumbling and a few stalled attempts, the engine finally rumbled to life. Her excitement grew as she revved the engine, pressing down on the gas with eager determination.

But the car wouldn’t budge. The engine roared louder, vibrating until it shook the entire vehicle. Elizabeth frowned, her foot still firmly planted on the gas pedal. The rumbling grew more intense, the vibrations turning into an alarming shudder. Ivan’s eyes widened in sudden realization.

“Elizabeth—”

Before he could say more, the hood flew open with a loud bang. To both their horror, the engine lurched out of its bay, sputtering and clanging as it shot forward a few feet and came crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. Elizabeth let out a small scream, her hands flying to her mouth as they both stared at the detached engine, steam rising from its crumpled form.

Elizabeth’s face was a picture of shock and dismay. “Did I just… did that actually just happen?”

Ivan, equally stunned, took a deep breath before responding, his voice dry. “It might have helped if you’d put it in gear.”

At that, Elizabeth’s face flushed with embarrassment, and she looked away, struggling to hold back her tears. The whole ordeal – her anticipation, her eagerness to impress Ivan – had gone so terribly wrong. She felt the prickling in her eyes, and before she could stop herself, a tear slipped down her cheek.

Ivan, seeing her distress, softened immediately. “Hey, it’s alright,” he said, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. “First lessons don’t always go as planned. Trust me, everyone has a few bumps – or, in this case, breakdowns – on the road.”

Elizabeth let out a shaky laugh, wiping her tears. “I just wanted to do it right.”

“And you will,” he reassured her. “We just… had a bit of excitement, that’s all. No harm done.” He looked down at the fallen engine with a rueful smile. “Well, mostly.”

Elizabeth managed a small smile, and Ivan squeezed her shoulder gently. “Next time, we’ll go through it step by step. I’ll get the car sorted, and you’ll be driving laps around this estate in no time. Deal?”

She nodded, her confidence slowly returning. “Deal.”

They shared a laugh, and as Ivan set to work on the necessary repairs, Elizabeth watched with a newfound appreciation. She had a long way to go, but with Ivan by her side, she knew she’d get there – one gear shift at a time.

Chapter 4:

After the mishap with the Lada, Ivan wasted no time in calling for a tow truck. When the truck finally arrived, its driver stepped out, taking in the sight of the light blue Lada with a severely dented hood and the engine lying forlornly a few feet away. The man stopped in his tracks, staring in shock before bursting into laughter.

“Well, that’s… that’s a sight I wasn’t expecting today,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Ivan chuckled, not offended in the slightest. “First driving lesson,” he explained with a shrug. “Things went… a bit sideways.”

The driver nodded, still grinning, and helped Ivan load the Lada onto the truck. Once it was secure, Ivan gestured to Elizabeth, who was still standing off to the side, looking a mix of embarrassed and amused. “Take us both back to my place, would you?”

The driver gave a good-natured nod and soon they were on their way, the Lada swaying slightly on the truck bed as they drove through the city streets. Elizabeth sat beside Ivan in silence, stealing occasional glances at him, relieved to see he wasn’t angry or disappointed. If anything, his easygoing smile made her feel a little better about the whole incident.

When they arrived at Ivan’s house, Lara came out the front door, eyebrows raised at the unusual sight. She surveyed the battered Lada on the truck bed with an amused smile as Ivan and the driver prepared to move it to his garage.

“Don’t ask,” Ivan said dryly as he and the driver carefully rolled the car off the truck, steering it into the garage with a bit of effort.

Elizabeth stepped out of the truck, joining Lara, who gave her a sympathetic smile. “It happens,” Lara said reassuringly, putting an arm around her. “Don’t let it get to you. Learning’s half the battle.”

Elizabeth smiled, grateful for her words, and watched as Ivan and the tow truck driver maneuvered the Lada into place. Once the car was in the garage, the driver gave Ivan a nod and headed off, still chuckling to himself.

Once they were alone, Ivan turned to Elizabeth, brushing his hands off. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s start with some basics.” He gestured to his own Škoda Superb parked nearby. “You’re going to need to know how to take care of your car as well as how to drive it.”

Over the next hour, Ivan gave Elizabeth a crash course on car maintenance. He showed her how to check and replace various fluids, the proper way to change a tire, and even the best way to keep the engine clean and running smoothly. Elizabeth listened intently, nodding along as he explained, and even tried her hand at a few of the tasks, though she made him promise they’d start with a different car for her next driving attempt.

Afterwards, Ivan drove her back to the Croft estate. They parted with a warm exchange, and Elizabeth, despite the challenges of her first attempt, felt a new wave of determination. She wasn’t going to let a minor (well, major) mishap hold her back.

The weeks passed, and life carried on. Ivan continued teaching at the high school, sharing his wry stories with Lara in the evenings and growing more fond of the unpredictable world of education. Lara split her time between Cambridge and occasional tomb raids, her double life bringing her both academic respect and the thrill of adventure. Elizabeth, meanwhile, had set off on another expedition of her own, tracking down artifacts in a far-off corner of the globe.

But Ivan hadn’t forgotten about the Lada – or his promise to Elizabeth. Every evening after work, he would spend a little time in his garage, gradually repairing the damage and, in a stroke of genius, making a few adjustments. He enlisted the help of a friend who worked at a local driving school, and together they installed an extra set of pedals on the passenger side, just in case. He wanted to make sure Elizabeth had every support possible the next time she tried driving.

After a few weeks, Ivan was putting the finishing touches on the car when he received a call from Elizabeth. Her voice on the other end was a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Hey, Ivan! I’m back at the estate, and I was wondering… do you think we could try another lesson?”

Ivan smiled, casting a glance at the freshly restored Lada. “I thought you’d never ask,” he replied, his voice warm with encouragement. “I’ll bring it over. And don’t worry – this time, we’re fully prepared.”

With that, they set a date, and Ivan felt a spark of pride. Elizabeth might have had a rough start, but he knew she had the grit to keep going. And he’d make sure she succeeded, one lesson at a time.

Chapter 5:

Ivan arrived at the Croft Estate on a crisp, clear morning. The sun had just started to rise, casting a warm glow over the sprawling grounds as he pulled the newly restored Lada up to the main house. Elizabeth was already outside, waiting with a mixture of anticipation and determination. Her confidence had grown since their first lesson, and it showed in the steady way she held herself as she approached the car.

“Morning, Ivan,” she greeted him with a smile. “Ready for round two?”

“Only if you are,” Ivan replied, returning the smile as he stepped out of the car. “Today, we’re aiming to stay in motion a bit longer.”

They exchanged a few words about Elizabeth’s latest tomb-raiding adventure and Ivan’s recent escapades at school. He mentioned the chaos of dealing with a class that seemed particularly adept at pushing his buttons, from students sneaking in snacks to the occasional whiff of marijuana in the hallways. But today, he was focused on helping Elizabeth gain some real experience behind the wheel.

They climbed into the Lada, and Ivan settled into the passenger seat. He glanced at Elizabeth, offering her a small nod. “Alright, let’s get started. Give it another go.”

Elizabeth took a deep breath, turned the key, and after a few failed attempts and a bit of sputtering from the engine, the car finally roared to life. She gave Ivan a triumphant look before carefully releasing the clutch and pressing the gas pedal. The car jolted forward with a bit more vigor than she’d intended, but they were moving.

“Not bad,” Ivan commented, keeping his tone even. They cruised along the winding paths of the estate, occasionally stalling or jolting forward with a start, but Elizabeth’s confidence grew with each loop around the grounds.

As they hit a smoother patch, Elizabeth’s eyes drifted to the extra set of pedals by Ivan’s feet, her curiosity piqued. “Why… are there pedals on your side?”

Ivan chuckled, giving her a knowing look. “Standard setup for a driving instructor. This way, I can help if anything goes sideways.”

Elizabeth laughed, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. “So you don’t trust me completely yet?”

“It’s not about trust,” Ivan said, a glint of humor in his eye. “It’s about ensuring we both make it back in one piece.”

They continued driving, the engine hiccuping from time to time as Elizabeth navigated her way around the estate. Though the car stalled more than once, Ivan was quietly impressed. It wasn’t perfect, but she was handling it well, learning to feel out the balance between clutch and gas, the rhythm of shifting gears, and the touch of steering.

After an hour or so, they came to a stop near the house. Ivan leaned back, a hint of pride in his gaze. “You know,” he said, “I was expecting a bit more chaos. I think you did alright.”

Elizabeth grinned, pleased with his praise. “I didn’t crash, so that’s progress.”

As their lives resumed their usual rhythms, Ivan returned to his teaching job with a new perspective. His days were often unpredictable. Some afternoons, he came home reeking of the faint scent of marijuana from confiscated items or stories about rebellious students; other times, he walked in tired, sometimes even with a prank sticker or residue still clinging to him. Occasionally, though, he would return with a smile, pleasantly surprised by a student's genuine question or a rare, thoughtful gesture.

Lara’s routine at Cambridge continued, too, balanced between her lectures and thrilling tomb-raiding expeditions that took her to remote corners of the world. Elizabeth, too, dove into her tomb-raiding pursuits with her usual energy, though she made time for her driving lessons with Ivan whenever she could.

Weeks passed, marked by the steady rhythm of their individual lives. Elizabeth, slowly but surely, was learning the ropes of driving. And as Ivan continued refining his approach to teaching – both at school and behind the wheel – he found himself watching her progress with a sense of pride, the same pride he felt whenever he saw his students learn something new. It was, perhaps, the best part of teaching.

Chapter 6:

Ivan’s life had settled into a familiar rhythm. Each day he left for the high school, tackling the highs and lows of teaching. Lara, ever the adventurer, had just returned from a research expedition, bringing back stories and treasures from far-off lands. Elizabeth, meanwhile, had found a social circle of her own – a few friends from the local area who shared her fascination with history, adventure, and perhaps a little more normalcy than her usual escapades.

One sunny morning, Ivan decided it was time for Elizabeth to try her hand at driving in real traffic. He drove to her estate and was greeted by a surprised Elizabeth as she walked out to see a slightly worn but reliable Škoda Fabia waiting for her.

“Wait… this is the car I’m going to be learning in now?” Elizabeth asked, eyeing the Fabia with curiosity.

Ivan nodded. “The Lada’s fine for the estate, but you need to learn the ropes in a car you’ll actually be driving on the road. Time to get used to city traffic.”

Elizabeth’s initial excitement was dampened somewhat by a hint of apprehension. But she climbed into the Fabia, bracing herself for the next step. Ivan was, as usual, calm and straightforward, guiding her through the process as they left the estate and headed into town.

As they approached the bustling main street, Elizabeth spotted a group of her new friends. She gave them a quick wave, but instead of smiling, they started whispering and laughing amongst themselves. One of them shouted, “Hey, Liz! Didn’t know you were out here with your granddad!”

Elizabeth felt her face flush with embarrassment. Ivan, overhearing, clenched his jaw. He opened his door, stepped out, and faced the group with a calm yet stern expression.

“Listen here,” he said, his voice carrying authority. “I’m teaching her to drive. Nothing more. So let’s keep our jokes in check, alright?”

The girls fell silent, stunned by Ivan’s directness. He got back into the car, shot Elizabeth a reassuring nod, and they continued on their way. Elizabeth felt a surge of relief and gratitude; she hadn’t expected him to defend her like that, especially with such conviction.

As their lesson continued, Ivan decided to introduce Elizabeth to one of the trickier maneuvers: parallel parking. They found a busy stretch with several open spots, and Ivan gestured to a space between two cars – a silver Dacia Jogger and a small Fiat parked in front.

“Alright, Elizabeth. Here’s where you get to practice your parking skills. Nice and easy,” Ivan instructed, showing her the basics.

Elizabeth nodded, concentrating hard as she attempted to angle the Fabia into the spot. But as she reversed, she misjudged the distance, and the Fabia gave a sudden jolt as it made contact with the Dacia’s bumper. Her eyes widened, and she felt her stomach twist with panic. Mortified, she buried her face in her hands, waiting for Ivan to reprimand her.

To her surprise, Ivan simply got out of the car, walked around to inspect the damage, and gave a nonchalant shrug. “It’s fine,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Though if you were going to hit it, you might as well have given it a real dent.”

Elizabeth blinked, torn between a laugh and a sigh of relief. Ivan’s unexpected humor took the edge off her nerves. They left a quick note on the Dacia’s windshield, promising to cover any repair costs, and headed down the street to a nearby café.

Settling down with their drinks, Elizabeth finally relaxed. Ivan gave her a reassuring smile. “Look, everyone’s got to learn somehow. A small bump here or there is part of it.”

She chuckled. “I thought you’d throw me out of the car.”

Ivan smirked. “Throw you out? Hardly. Besides, that Dacia was practically asking for it.”

They laughed together, and the mood grew light as they chatted about her progress. Then, the conversation turned to Elizabeth’s adventures. As they sipped their coffee, she casually mentioned a name: Alister.

“Alister?” Ivan asked, his brow furrowing. “I’ve heard you mention that name before.”

Elizabeth’s expression softened, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. “He was one of my closest friends. He… well, he was like family to me. We traveled together for years, going after artifacts, solving mysteries. He… he didn’t make it back from one of our expeditions.”

Ivan nodded, sensing the sadness in her voice. “Sounds like he was a good man.”

“He was,” Elizabeth replied quietly. “I miss him every day.”

Ivan placed a hand on her shoulder. “I understand, Liz. It’s hard to lose those close to us. But you carry him with you, don’t you?”

Elizabeth gave him a faint smile, nodding. “Yeah. I think I do.”

Their day ended with a quiet drive back to the estate, a shared understanding between them. Elizabeth was grateful for Ivan’s guidance, both on and off the road. And as they went their separate ways that evening, she felt more certain than ever that learning to drive – and everything else Ivan was teaching her – was just the beginning.

Chapter 7:

The summer holidays had arrived, bringing a pause to the daily grind of teaching and giving everyone a welcome chance to unwind. Ivan and Lara took advantage of the free time, going for long walks through scenic landscapes and getting lost in hours of conversation. On a few occasions, Lara even managed to coax Ivan back into tomb raiding, where he did his best to assist, amazed as ever by her skill and expertise.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was still learning to drive under Ivan’s watchful eye. Though she was making progress, her starts and stops weren’t yet flawless, and the car still stalled from time to time. One afternoon, after a few successful laps around town, she decided to ask him something that had been on her mind.

“Ivan,” she began, glancing over as they paused at a red light, “what’s with you and these Škodas? I mean, you seem to have a thing for them.”

Ivan chuckled, glancing at her with a hint of nostalgia. “I suppose I do. I’m a product of old Czechoslovakia. Back in the day, that was the car we could get our hands on. Škodas were more than just cars; they were a part of life, of survival.”

Elizabeth nodded, understanding more than he knew. She had seen firsthand, during her travels through time, just how deeply these vehicles were embedded in his history. She had even seen his late father in Jáchymov and remembered how his mother had tragically been hit by a train in Bezděčín after her work shift. The echoes of those past lives lingered in the way Ivan carried himself, and she felt a renewed respect for the simple but deeply meaningful connections he held.

Just then, they reached a large intersection, where the light turned green. Elizabeth attempted to move forward, but the engine stuttered and stalled. Embarrassed, she took a breath and tried to focus, but a loud honk from behind broke her concentration.

The offender was a massive, shiny Ford Raptor, whose driver had apparently decided that the few seconds of delay were unacceptable. He leaned on the horn again, his irritation clear.

“Come on,” Ivan said, his voice calm as he glanced back at the pick-up truck. “Ignore him. Just try again.”

But the driver in the Raptor wasn’t letting up, leaning on the horn and inching forward as if to intimidate them. Elizabeth’s hands shook slightly on the wheel, and her face flushed with frustration.

Finally, Ivan muttered, “Alright, that’s enough of that,” as he opened his door. Elizabeth’s heart sank, initially assuming she’d somehow angered him with her slow progress. But as she watched him march purposefully toward the truck in the rearview mirror, she realized this wasn’t about her at all.

Ivan reached the Raptor’s driver-side window and knocked on it firmly. The driver, a young man with a smirk and sunglasses, rolled the window down and barely glanced at Ivan before sneering, “Calm down, grandpa, before you give yourself a heart attack.”

The mocking words were the last straw. Ivan’s eyes narrowed, and without another word, he yanked the young man from his seat, pulling him out of the truck in one swift movement. Elizabeth watched in disbelief as Ivan delivered a couple of well-placed punches, leaving the driver in a dazed heap by the truck.

Leaning down close to the young man, Ivan said in a low, chilling tone, “If I hear that horn again, it won’t end as politely as this.”

Ivan returned to the car with a calm expression, as if nothing unusual had happened. Elizabeth’s eyes were wide, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. He looked at her with a wry smile and gave her a reassuring nod.

“Look, Elizabeth, you’ve grown into a capable young woman. You risk your life on tomb raiding expeditions, you perform incredible acrobatic feats, and you’ve proven you’re tough as nails. So, believe me – if you can do all that, driving isn’t rocket science.”

For a moment, she sat in silence, processing the weight of his words. Then, with a deep breath, she turned the ignition key, pressed the clutch, shifted into gear, and slowly eased the car forward.

They continued through town without further incident, and soon they arrived back at her estate. As they parked, Ivan gave her an approving nod, a rare softness in his eyes.

“You did good today, Elizabeth. Keep it up.” He got out of the car and, with a small wave, set off for home, leaving her standing in the driveway with a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t felt before.

Their lives returned to the usual rhythms after that, with Ivan heading back to his teaching job – where he often returned with interesting stories, sometimes smelling faintly of odd classroom odors, or at times just mildly exasperated. Lara resumed her lectures and occasional tomb-raiding expeditions, and Elizabeth, between her studies and adventures, was slowly but surely becoming a confident driver under Ivan’s guidance.

Together, they moved forward, each of them carrying the weight of their pasts and building a new life shaped by respect, understanding, and shared experiences.

Chapter 8:

As time went on, Ivan's patience with his students grew thin. Every day he came home a little more exasperated by their lack of focus, odd behavior, or just the chaos of teaching teenagers. His grumbling became a fixture of their evenings, and one day, Lara, noticing the weight he carried, decided to remind him that some things could still be simple – and comforting. That night, they shared a rare moment of intimacy, bringing them closer and offering him a reprieve from his daily frustrations.

Meanwhile, Ivan continued his driving lessons with Elizabeth, determined to turn her into a capable driver. She’d made significant progress, with her confidence growing on each outing. But one day, while navigating a roundabout, her nerves got the best of her. In a split second, Elizabeth overcorrected, and with a lurch, the car flipped onto its side, skidding to a halt in the middle of the roundabout. For a brief, dizzying moment, the world was silent.

Elizabeth's heart pounded as she clutched the seat, wide-eyed and shaking. Ivan, however, barely blinked. He took a deep breath, pulled out a cigarette, and struck a match, puffing away calmly as if they hadn’t just had an accident.

“You… you’re smoking?” Elizabeth stammered, still trying to process what had just happened.

“Seems like a good moment for one,” he replied with a small grin. “Besides, we’re both fine. Let’s count our blessings.”

That evening, as they settled back at Ivan's place, Lara approached him with a bemused expression.

“Did you know your little stunt made the news?” she teased, a glint in her eye.

He raised an eyebrow, caught somewhere between amusement and embarrassment. “Guess we made an impression.”

The mishap didn’t deter Elizabeth, though; if anything, it strengthened her resolve. After a few more weeks of practicing and ironing out the rough spots, Ivan decided it was time for her to try something a little easier on the nerves – his beloved Škoda Superb with its smooth automatic transmission. The change was immediate: Elizabeth relaxed, her hands steady on the wheel, and she handled the car with far more grace.

Ivan chuckled, glancing over at her with a grin. “Ah, that’s the aristocratic blood in you showing. Bet the car appreciates it too.”

Elizabeth just rolled her eyes, hiding a smile. With Ivan’s final guidance, she gained the confidence to enroll in an official driving school. It wasn’t easy, and the first test didn’t go as planned. But on her second attempt, Elizabeth finally passed, walking away with her driver’s license in hand.

Ivan couldn’t have been prouder. He’d watched her transform from a nervous novice into someone who could handle the roads with a steady hand. And as they both drove back from her successful test, Ivan in his familiar Škoda and Elizabeth proudly driving her Fabia behind him, he knew that, despite all the hurdles, these lessons were about far more than just driving. They were about resilience, growth, and the rare bonds they had all built together.

Chapter 9:

The news of Elizabeth’s engagement brought both joy and nostalgia to Lara and Ivan. Although her fiancé wasn’t a noble, he was clearly someone who valued Elizabeth for her fearless, independent spirit, and Ivan couldn’t have been prouder. Elizabeth, or Eliz, as they fondly called her, had grown into a woman who defied conventions and expectations, even those of her own family lineage.

After hearing about her engagement, Ivan decided he wanted to give her a gift, something that would suit both her adventurous lifestyle and her station. After weeks of saving and planning, he purchased a brand-new Range Rover. It was rugged yet refined—an ideal companion for someone who balanced life between grand estates and thrilling expeditions. One quiet evening, Ivan drove the car up to Elizabeth’s estate and parked it discreetly. He left a note under the windshield that read, For your new life. Love, Ivan. Then, with a satisfied smile, he caught the last bus home, leaving his gift for her to discover the next morning.

The wedding day finally arrived, and the estate was alive with guests, laughter, and a sense of anticipation. Lara arrived in Ivan's Škoda Superb Estate, the picture of elegance as she stepped out, her demeanor calm and confident. Ivan, however, arrived in striking contrast: he pulled up in his old, blue Lada Riva, a car thanks to Elizabeth has her driving license, drawing amused and curious glances from the well-dressed nobles and gentry. But what really caught their attention was his attire.

Ivan was wearing his full formal uniform from his days in the 601st Special Forces Division of the Czechoslovak People’s Army. The sharp lines and insignias bore silent testimony to his past—a past rarely discussed but always felt, a symbol of strength and loyalty that he carried proudly. Seeing him in uniform, some guests raised their eyebrows, perhaps wondering why Elizabeth, the unconventional heiress, had someone from such a unique background in her life. Others, uncertain of the uniform’s origins, simply admired the dignified presence he projected.

As the ceremony proceeded, Ivan remained an understated but proud figure in the background, his eyes always finding Elizabeth, watching her happiness with a sense of contentment. Elizabeth’s fiancé, an urbane gentleman, noticed Ivan’s reserved manner and formal attire, casting him a few puzzled glances mixed with faint condescension. To him, Ivan was an anomaly—someone from a different world altogether. But Ivan barely registered it; he was here for Eliz.

Then came the time for the celebratory meal, and Ivan decided it was time for his gift to Elizabeth. He slipped outside, with Lara noticing him and following, intrigued by what he had planned. When Elizabeth saw him leave, her curiosity got the better of her, and she quickly followed them out to the parking area.

Without saying a word, Ivan approached his old Lada, got inside, and started the engine. He revved it with such enthusiasm that the vehicle, long past its prime, began to roar and sputter. Elizabeth burst into laughter as she watched him, already sensing something wild was about to happen. With a final deafening roar, the engine clanked and groaned—and then, with an almighty bang, the hood burst open, and the engine came loose, thudding to the ground beside the car in a cloud of smoke.

Elizabeth was doubled over in laughter, and even Lara couldn’t resist a broad grin at the absurdity of the moment. Ivan simply leaned against the now engine-less Lada, lighting a cigarette with complete nonchalance as if this was all part of the plan. Elizabeth’s fiancé, however, was visibly rattled, glancing between the smoking Lada and Ivan, unsure whether to be amused or concerned. Meanwhile, a few nobles had gathered outside, appalled by the display. One older guest cleared his throat and turned to Lara, his tone both disapproving and curious.

“Who, may we ask, is this man?” he asked, casting an uneasy look at Ivan’s uniform and the now-demolished Lada.

Lara gave a slight, knowing smile. “That’s Ivan,” she replied simply, her voice warm. “A friend, a mentor, and one of the most steadfast people I’ve ever known.”

As they walked back inside, Elizabeth’s husband-to-be looked at her, a hint of disapproval still lingering on his face.

“Is he always like this?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

Elizabeth grinned. “That’s Ivan,” she said, a hint of pride in her voice. “He doesn’t do things by halves.”

Later, as they settled into the reception, Ivan approached Elizabeth with a warm smile. “I’m proud of you, Eliz,” he said softly. “You’ve come a long way.”

Elizabeth smiled, her expression softening. “Thank you for everything, Ivan. Even the Lada.”

And so, the evening continued, a wedding reception that, though full of the formality expected of Elizabeth’s station, also bore the unique warmth and humor that Ivan had brought into her life. The nobles might not have understood it, but to Elizabeth, Lara, and Ivan, it was a perfect celebration of the family they had become.

Chapter 10:

The lights of the reception had dimmed, leaving only the soft sounds of laughter and murmuring conversations as the evening wore on. Ivan took Elizabeth by the arm, guiding her to a quiet corner of the estate where her brand-new Range Rover awaited under the soft glow of a lantern. The car gleamed with a polished, rugged strength, and for a moment, Elizabeth could only stare, stunned.

"Is... is this really mine?" she asked, her voice breaking as she looked up at Ivan.

He chuckled, a warmth in his eyes that was more paternal than he ever expected. "Every inch of it," he said with a smile. "You deserve it, Liz. Now you’ll have something that can keep up with you."

Her eyes filled with tears as she flung her arms around him, holding him tightly. Over the months, he had become her family—a constant source of support and wisdom. She could barely imagine the life she’d have led without him, the void he’d come to fill.

Watching this moment unfold, Lara felt a bittersweet pang in her chest. Seeing Elizabeth—her younger self—with such happiness was a reminder of the paths she herself had taken and what she had missed out on along the way. Elizabeth’s life was different now, and it was a second chance Lara never imagined she’d witness.

Elizabeth finally composed herself, then turned to Lara, her eyes searching her face. "Lara… can I ask you something?" She hesitated, her question delicate. "Why haven’t you… I mean, why haven’t you married? Why don’t you have someone?"

The question caught Lara off guard, her usual composure faltering. She looked away, a hint of moisture welling in her eyes. "I…" She took a shaky breath. "I chose a different path," she murmured, her voice soft. "One that didn’t leave room for… that sort of thing." The life she had chosen had been one of solitude, with constant risks, dark secrets, and sacrifices. The losses of friends, mentors, and potential loves lay quietly buried in her memory.

Just then, Ivan’s steady hand rested on her shoulder, his touch grounding her. He looked at her with a tenderness she hadn’t expected, his silent support warming her.

“Come on,” he said gently, his voice quiet. “Let’s get you home.”

As they drove back through the darkened countryside, Lara gazed out the window, lost in thought. Memories drifted in and out of her mind: the Peruvian jungle, her first tomb raid with Ivan by her side, his steady presence in the middle of chaos. She remembered, too, how she’d invited him to stay in her life once, and how he’d gently laughed it off, saying he was far too old to keep up with her. At the time, they’d both chuckled at the practicality of his words. There were twenty years between them—no, even more than that, if you counted all the miles they’d traveled through time itself. Physically, biologically, he was nearly twice her age.

Yet those years, those vast stretches of difference, had felt far smaller lately. After so many years together (eventhough they were in 80s and 90s Czechoslovakia, Lara wasn't even born that time), each journey had brought them closer, each setback leaving him less able to brush off the bond between them. Still, she knew that Ivan remembered Peru all too well—the way he’d fought to catch up to her, pushing his body past its limits, until he collapsed with the pain in his chest. He’d nearly died that day, and since then, she knew he’d carefully kept his distance, not wanting to burden her with his limitations.

Breaking the silence, he reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You know,” he said, his voice gentle, “maybe I’m older, but it doesn’t mean I can’t keep up. Well At least with something.”

Lara turned, searching his face. He looked at her with a quiet sincerity, without a hint of the jest she might have expected. There was something steady, something true, in his gaze that made her heart ache with a quiet longing she hadn’t allowed herself to feel before.

They pulled up to the estate, the warm lights glowing through the windows casting a welcoming glow on the cobblestone driveway. For a moment, neither of them moved, unwilling to break the peace that had settled over them.

“Thank you, Ivan,” Lara whispered, her voice catching in her throat. She hadn’t said those words often—not with all the depth she felt for him.

“Anytime,” he replied softly, his hand still holding hers.

For a long, still moment, they sat in silence, each absorbed in the warmth of the other’s presence, the years that lay between them feeling small, almost insignificant. As they sat in the dim, golden light, Lara knew that whatever lay ahead, they would face it together—bound by a connection stronger than age, stronger than time.

Chapter 11

Ivan parked the car by the curb outside his flat in Hammersmith. The engine died down, but the tension between them was almost electric. Lara gave a small, nervous smile, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she looked out at the quiet street. The night had settled in, making everything feel still and surreal, as though the whole world was waiting. Ivan's hands lingered on the steering wheel, steadying himself, searching for the right words.

“Come inside,” he said finally, offering a gentle smile. It was natural, being with Lara, but tonight, there was something different in the air. Lara simply nodded, her face betraying a flicker of nervous anticipation as she followed him out of the car and into his home.

Inside, silence filled the room. Ivan stood in the middle of the living room, hands clasped together in front of him, fingers fidgeting ever so slightly. It was subtle, but Lara noticed; she always noticed the small things about him. She could feel the weight of something important, something that had been building up for a long time.

“Lara,” Ivan began, his voice low and steady, as he stepped closer. “You are... the most important person in my life. And for a while now, I’ve been thinking—no, hoping—that maybe, just maybe, it could stay that way... forever.”

Lara’s breath caught in her throat as her heart pounded. In his eyes, she saw a mixture of vulnerability and resolve that moved her more deeply than she could ever admit. Then, to her surprise, Ivan’s hand slipped into his pocket, and she realized. He’d planned this. Thought about it, wrestled with it. Her heart swelled, and suddenly, everything felt very real.

But as he held the ring in his hand, a pang of doubt flashed across Ivan’s face. He took a slow breath, bracing himself. In his mind, he couldn’t shake the image of himself as a man worn by time—a man with greying hair, crow's feet, and a quiet disposition. A man who’d seen life wear on him, who had scars she’d never know, and who had long stopped thinking of himself as a young romantic. How could he possibly be enough for someone like Lara? She was everything he wasn’t: young, strikingly beautiful, with an air of effortless elegance that spoke of aristocratic grace.

What could he offer her that she couldn’t find more easily, more suitably, with someone else? Would she really want to wake up beside an old grey man in a few years, who’d traded dreams for stability, risks for routines?

“Lara, I know this might seem... I’m not... the kind of man people might think you’d be with. I’m not... young or dashing, and I’ve seen too much of life’s rough edges.” He struggled to find the words, his voice faltering just slightly. “But I’d spend every day doing my best to be worthy of you.”

With that, Ivan sank to one knee, his hand steady as he held up the simple, elegant ring that glinted in the soft light. “Lara... will you marry me?”

Lara stood there, her breath caught, her gaze fixed on the ring in Ivan's hand. Her mind whirled, but her heart felt steady, as if this moment had been waiting for them all along. She took in the sight of him—kneeling before her, vulnerable and uncertain, yet resolute, holding that beautiful ring with a slightly trembling hand.

For a moment, all the words left her. She could see his doubt, the hesitation in his eyes, as though he were bracing himself for rejection. She knew what he saw when he looked at her: someone young, someone with all the privileges of her background, someone who could’ve chosen anyone else. But what he didn’t know—what she’d never managed to tell him—was that she had already chosen him, long before he’d ever imagined this moment.

Lara knelt down in front of him, so they were eye to eye. She reached out, placing her hand over his, her fingers closing softly around his. “Ivan,” she began, her voice tender, as if coaxing him to see himself through her eyes. “Do you think I don’t see all of you? Do you think I don’t know who you are?”

She took a breath, gathering her thoughts. “Yes, you’re older than me. You’ve seen things, been places, lived a life with rough edges. But that’s part of why I love you.” Her words were soft but firm. “You have this depth, this wisdom... this steadiness I’d never find with anyone else. I don’t want young and charming. I want real. I want you, Ivan, just as you are.”

Ivan’s eyes searched hers, his hand still holding the ring, his fingers tightening slightly around it as he listened. The doubt in his face softened, replaced by a quiet hope he’d been too afraid to feel.

Lara continued, her smile widening. “You’ve given me everything, more than you even realize. You think you’re not good enough, but you’re wrong. You’re exactly what I want. And this—” she glanced down at the ring, her eyes shining, “this is what I want, too. More than anything.”

Ivan swallowed, his eyes glistening as he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The room seemed to fall into a hushed stillness, as if holding its own breath for the answer.

“Yes,” Lara whispered, her hand reaching to touch his cheek. “A thousand times, yes.”

Ivan’s face broke into a wide, relieved smile, and as he slipped the ring onto her finger, they both felt something shift, settle, like a promise they’d both been waiting for had finally found its place.

Chapter 12

Lara sat quietly on the couch, still turning the ring on her finger, as though the weight of it had yet to fully settle in her mind. The engagement had been a dream, a hope she’d whispered to herself, but now it was real—and she knew exactly who she wanted to tell first.

She picked up the phone, her hands steady but her heart racing, and dialed Elizabeth. The line clicked, and on the other end, she heard a bright, familiar voice—her own voice, but younger, with an innocence and fire she remembered well. Elizabeth had always felt like a reflection of herself from another time, a piece of her past, alive and breathing, with all the passions and fears that had once burned so brightly.

“Lara!” Elizabeth’s voice was as lively as ever, brimming with the enthusiasm of a woman who, even after all she’d lost, still threw herself headlong into life. “How are you? It feels like ages since we last spoke.”

Lara’s lips curled into a smile, her fingers brushing over the ring as if it were a talisman. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt nervous. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the moment. “Elizabeth… I have news.”

There was a pause, and then the sound of Elizabeth shifting, her voice filling with curiosity. “Oh? Come on, don’t keep me waiting! You know I hate suspense!”

Lara exhaled softly, the words finally spilling out. “Ivan asked me to marry him. And I said yes.”

The line went silent, but she could almost feel Elizabeth’s surprise—followed quickly by a surge of joy. “Lara! You said yes! Oh, I’m thrilled for you!” Elizabeth’s voice was filled with a kind of awe and excitement that made Lara’s heart ache, a reminder of a time when she, too, had been filled with that same untamed spirit.

As they talked, Lara told her younger self about the proposal, about Ivan’s insecurities and her own, and the conversation flowed between them like a river. Elizabeth’s laughter and questions drew Lara into memories of her own past—those years when she herself had faced heartache and dreams lost in the ashes of her family’s legacy. But this was different. This was a new beginning.

Months passed, and spring bloomed as if in celebration of their union. The wedding had drawn not only close friends and family, but an array of aristocratic society—men and women with noble titles and storied histories, filling the ceremony with an air of legacy and tradition. In the gardens of a countryside manor, grand figures in elegant attire mingled, champagne glasses raised in toasts, their conversations filled with the significance of the occasion.

But as formal as the setting was, Lara and Ivan had planned something unique for their procession to the Croft estate. Outside, waiting to lead them in a style that defied the aristocratic norm, was Ivan’s latest treasure: a pristine Škoda 130 RS, restored to its former rally glory. Lara smiled at the sight of it, remembering the look on his face when she had surprised him with it—a gesture of love that reflected both their worlds, a blend of resilience, adventure, and history.

“Ready?” Ivan asked, his eyes shining with that same mixture of excitement and disbelief he’d had on the night of his proposal.

“More than ready,” Lara replied, taking his hand as he helped her into the passenger seat.

With a deep, thrilling rumble, the Škoda roared to life, and Ivan guided it forward, leading the procession out onto the country road. Behind them followed an impressive convoy of vehicles befitting the guests in attendance: polished Range Rovers, sleek Bentleys, classic Rolls-Royces—all gliding along the road, a line of elegance and prestige that complemented the rough-edged charm of Ivan’s rally car. The contrast was striking, yet somehow perfect.

As they drove, Lara leaned back, her hand resting on Ivan’s, and gazed out at the estate in the distance. She could feel the ghosts of her past fading, replaced by something solid, something real—a future she’d built, hand in hand with the man who, against all odds, had found his way into her heart.

And as they approached Croft Manor, Ivan gave her hand a gentle squeeze, as if to remind her that this was only the beginning.

Chapter 13

The wedding festivities at Croft Manor were in full swing, an elegant affair turned wild celebration that blurred the line between high society and raucous jubilation. As the evening wore on, the grand hall transformed from a sophisticated venue into a lively scene reminiscent of a bohemian Czech celebration, where old traditions mingled with new, and laughter echoed through the rooms.

Ivan’s friends from the 601st Regiment had come prepared. They’d arrived with an impressive selection of Czech liquors that quickly made their way into the hands of curious English guests. Bottles of Becherovka were passed around with knowing smiles, and the ladies among the guests—normally delicate with their wine—found themselves daring each other to try Fernet, the bitter, herbal spirit that had a way of surprising anyone unprepared for its taste. Aristocrats who had started the evening with champagne and fine wines now toasted with mugs of crisp Pilsner Urquell, brought in specially for the occasion, which they quickly followed up with shots of vodka, plum slivovice, and even the occasional shot of borovička—a Czech gin-like spirit with a piney kick that brought tears to many an English eye.

Lara and Elizabeth, swept up in the revelry, took things even further. Usually the epitome of elegance and reserve, they found themselves shoulder to shoulder with Ivan’s old friends, daring each other with shots of slivovice and Fernet, laughing with abandon each time they downed another glass. They traded competitive glances, each one trying to outdo the other as they kept up with the regiment’s grizzled veterans, who cheered them on, clearly impressed by their resolve. Each shot was a new burst of warmth, loosening Lara and Elizabeth until they were swaying arm in arm, singing snatches of songs they could barely remember.

Ivan, meanwhile, was caught up in the infectious energy of his comrades. Their grins turned mischievous as one of them produced a bottle of Okena, a notorious window cleaner repurposed as an underground “spirit” back in the days when cheap alcohol was scarce. It was a risky, questionably legal throwback to their youth, and they looked at Ivan, daring him with their eyes. With a wry smile and a nostalgic glint in his eye, Ivan shrugged, accepting the challenge. They poured small shots of the infamous liquid, clinking glasses with a boisterous cheer before tossing them back. It tasted as harsh as ever, burning down like fire, but it was a taste of the old days, and they laughed like young soldiers once again.

Around them, the grand hall of Croft Manor buzzed with the clinking of glasses, laughter, and cheers. Guests had abandoned their inhibitions entirely, swept up in the sheer energy of the night. Elizabeth had cast aside her heels, dancing barefoot with Lara, the two of them spinning and swaying, their laughter filling the room. The typically composed English aristocrats were drinking and dancing with uncharacteristic zeal, lifting glasses of vodka and slivovice as they joined the Czechs in singing, not understanding a word but reveling in the spirit all the same.

By now, the air was thick with the mingling scents of spirits, flowers, and joy. Ivan’s old friends recounted tales of the regiment’s glory days, their voices blending into a spirited chorus of memories. The nobles, despite their initial reservations, found themselves captivated, hanging on every word, laughing heartily even if they didn’t quite grasp the nuances.

Lara, flushed and swaying, leaned heavily on Ivan, who wrapped an arm around her to steady her. She was smiling dreamily, her gaze drifting as the room swirled around her. She tried to speak, but the words slurred, her eyelids drooping as the hours of drinking caught up with her. Just as Ivan chuckled, ready to help her find a seat, she looked up with a glazed expression and a mischievous grin that quickly turned into alarm.

Before Ivan could react, she wobbled forward, gripping his shoulder for balance—and then, in one unceremonious moment, she doubled over and emptied her stomach onto his ceremonial uniform, just as she had during another memorable night. Ivan’s friends burst into uproarious laughter, clapping and cheering as Ivan shook his head, laughing despite himself.

“Déjà vu, huh?” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a fond smile. Lara managed a hazy, sheepish grin, clearly embarrassed but too far gone to care much.

The guests erupted into laughter, the uproar echoing through the hall, as even the noblest of attendees raised glasses in a toast to the scene. Elizabeth, still barefoot and wobbling slightly herself, raised her own glass with a loud, slurred cheer. “To love—and all its messy moments!” she called, her words punctuated by the clinking of glasses and a round of applause.

As the night wore on, the once-elegant wedding reception resembled a lively village party. The Czech liquor bottles emptied as the guests drank heartily, toasting to love, friendship, and the absurdity of it all. The tables, once pristinely set, were now scattered with empty glasses, and the dance floor was littered with discarded shoes and jackets.

Ivan, holding Lara close as she dozed against him, looked around the room, his heart swelling with joy. This night, this chaotic, raucous night filled with laughter, mishaps, and friends both old and new, was a testament to the love they had built—a love strong enough to bridge worlds and traditions, enduring and real.

As dawn approached, Croft Manor’s grand halls echoed with the remnants of music, laughter, and cheer, a night that no one would soon forget. And in the warm morning light, as Ivan gently carried Lara to a quiet room to rest, he knew that this was only the beginning of the beautiful, unpredictable, and often messy adventure that lay ahead.

Chapter 14

The morning after the wedding at Croft Manor was marked by a peculiar blend of joy and mild suffering. Sunlight streamed gently through the room, casting light on empty glasses, crumpled tablecloths, and scattered flower petals—reminders of a night that had stretched far into the early hours. The laughter from the celebration had faded, leaving only faint echoes lingering in the corners.

While many guests, especially the aristocrats, struggled through the morning, looking pale and worn, Ivan and his old friends seemed remarkably energized. They moved through the room, reminiscing about the previous night's chaos with hearty laughs, clearly immune to the effects of the revelry. But Lara, despite having joined in the festivities with abandon, was less fortunate.

She stirred slowly, her head throbbing, feeling every ounce of last night’s celebration. Her memories were a bit hazy—flashes of laughter, dancing, and that embarrassing moment when she’d almost toppled over in front of everyone. She let out a small groan, trying to piece it all together. When Ivan peeked in on her, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed, massaging her temples.

“Rough morning?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Lara shot him a look, somewhere between exhaustion and affection. “You could say that. I don’t think I’ve ever had quite… that much fun,” she admitted, her lips curving into a faint smile. “But I might also be feeling every minute of it.”

Ivan chuckled and handed her a glass of water. “Here. This should help. We’ve all been cleaning up downstairs—thought you might like to join us once you’re feeling a little more… human.”

After some time and a bit more coaxing from Ivan, Lara managed to pull herself together, taking a few deep breaths before heading downstairs. Despite her lingering headache, she couldn’t help but smile as she entered the hall. Ivan’s friends greeted her with cheerful grins, clearly unfazed by the remnants of last night’s revelry. Slowly, she joined them, helping to clear away the leftover plates and empty bottles, listening to snippets of stories from the night that she herself could barely recall.

As they worked, Lara began to feel a renewed sense of warmth and joy. The camaraderie among Ivan and his friends was infectious, and as she tidied up alongside them, her headache seemed to fade, replaced by a quiet satisfaction. She realized that, while the night had been wild, it had brought her closer to these people who were now, in a way, her family too.

Finally, as the last of the cleanup came to an end and the manor was restored to its usual elegance, Ivan and Lara prepared to head home. They exchanged hugs and farewells with the remaining guests, who shared last bits of laughter and promises to meet again.

As they walked to the car, Ivan looked at her with a warm smile. “You survived,” he teased.

“Barely,” she laughed, squeezing his hand. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

With that, they climbed into the car, setting off toward home, the memories of a night filled with love, laughter, and a bit of chaos etched firmly in their hearts. The road ahead stretched brightly before them, a fitting start to their life together.

Epilogue:

Ivan have built exactly same thing.....

As Ivan and Lara finally made it back home, a peaceful quiet settled around them, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of wedding festivities. Exhausted but content, they spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other’s presence, laughing over the chaotic memories and savoring the intimacy of their first moments as husband and wife. It was just the two of them, savoring each second in their little sanctuary.

But soon, the spell of their brief escape lifted, and reality crept back in. The next morning, their alarm clocks brought an abrupt end to the honeymoon haze, reminding them that the world—and their work—awaited.

Ivan, a high school teacher, dressed in his usual casual but tidy style, kissed Lara goodbye as he prepared to dive back into his routine. Facing a classroom full of teenagers felt a bit daunting after the excitement of the wedding, but he smiled, ready to share stories and maybe sneak in a tale or two about the boisterous wedding celebration.

Meanwhile, Lara, an esteemed lecturer in archaeology at Cambridge, took a deep breath as she headed to the university. Walking through the stately halls, she felt the familiar thrill of sharing her passion for ancient worlds. Her students awaited her eagerly, and as she prepared her lecture notes, she couldn’t help but smile at how her life had shifted, knowing she was coming home each day to Ivan.

After their workdays, Ivan had another surprise in store for Lara. With a twinkle in his eye, he led her to the garage, where he’d been secretly working on a gift—a token of his love and his unique flair for engineering.

Lara’s eyes widened as Ivan proudly revealed his creation: a kitchen mixer powered by an eight-cylinder engine. The machine looked wildly over-engineered, like something meant for a racetrack instead of a kitchen. Ivan grinned, explaining every detail of his mechanical masterpiece and how he’d modified the engine to give the mixer “a little more kick.”

“Alright, stand back!” he warned, flipping the switch with dramatic flair.

The engine roared to life, and the mixer’s blades whirred at an alarming speed. Within seconds, the bowl of ingredients—a mixture of strawberries, yogurt, and a bit of spinach—exploded in a wild spray, splattering across the garage walls. Lara tried to step back, but not quickly enough; both of them were instantly coated in the aftermath.

For a heartbeat, they stared in shock before bursting into laughter. Lara doubled over, clutching her stomach, while Ivan wiped a smear of yogurt from his cheek.

“Ivan!” she gasped between giggles. “I think that might be a little too much power for a kitchen mixer!”

He shrugged, trying to look innocent. “What can I say? I wanted to make it special for you.”

As they laughed in the messy garage, wiping strawberry yogurt from each other, they realized life together would be filled with unexpected twists and shared moments of joy. Ivan held Lara close, smiling as he wiped another glob of yogurt from her hair. “We’ll call this version one. There’s plenty of time for improvements.”

“Well,” she said, grinning up at him, “I think it’s perfect… just like you.”

With that, they stood together, covered in strawberry and yogurt, feeling more connected than ever.

In the days to come, as they returned to their individual routines of teaching and lecturing, memories of the wedding and the chaos of Ivan’s “gift” brought smiles to their faces. Though they led busy lives, their shared moments became something sacred—unexpected, messy, and full of love.

The road ahead stretched brightly before them, a mix of everyday routines, grand adventures, and the kind of beautiful chaos that only they could share. And for Ivan and Lara, that was just perfect.