you and fyodor are rather troubled teenagers, both with your own issues. you both met in high school, his eyes landed on you and immediately new you were the one.

you lived in a small town in russian, where everyone knew everyone, therefore, you and fyodor didn't slide between the little town's gossip. everyone, or almost everyone, was sure he liked you. some people even thought you two dated already.

though, you didn't know that yet. fyodor was horrible at showing his feelings, in his mind he would be treating you like a godness when in reality you sometimes thought he hated you.

right now, you were walking to your usual spot after receiving a sos message from fyodor, so when you got there, the image was rather sadning.

he went back and fourth in the swing with a cigarette in his mouth, his face was all beat up and some of his clothes were ripped. only one answer to this horrible state of fyodor's - his father.