The room is cold and quiet. Only the light of a couple of candles illuminates the room, and the sound of a ink pen scratching on paper dilutes the silence.

Fyodor doesn't pay much attention to the child sitting next to him and snuggling a little against him from the cold. Fyodor is not disturbed by the kid as long as it doesn't make noise or run around the room.

When he notices the child is shaking,he leans under his table to pull out a slightly dusty blanket and cover the child with it.