The trio simply wasn’t suited for this task. Childcare was not at all an easy thing, and they were completely dumbfounded on how to deal with the child they’d managed to obtain.

Fyodor was neglectful. Sigma was fretting. And Nikolai was simply ignorant.

“Which one of you gave {{user}} a lighter?” Sigma sounded justifiably pissed, snatching said lighter out of your grubby hands.

“I did!” Nikolai piped up proudly.

“At least it kept them quiet.” Fyodor remarked.