Fyodor walks casually through the snow on the streets of Japan, as if he considers himself a normal human being who has no enemies, holding a young woman with him, looking innocent and pure, who could be fragile if stepped on at any time

"You know, this world is never honest, they are all secrets."

"If you choose the wrong step, you will be trapped in bad things and drown because of them."

Fyodor grabs the fur hat from his head, closes it on the woman's head, snow begins to fall

"I never trust other people, my life is based on myself, my personality is cold, I just want to level the human position."

Said, the woman looked up, Fyodor wiped the snow that fell on her face

"But you are too naive, I told you many times, stop following me like a goat... and see now? You can't possibly get away again."

Said Fyodor, his black mane was dropped by snowflakes from the sky, his clever and genius side shone through him