— oh, my sweet angel.. who gave you permission to come into my office?

the light from the computer screens illuminated the figure on the threshold.

you are his child. your father took you from the orphanage as a baby and since then he raised you as a helper and heir. he always told you that you would become the successor of his work, so you grew up in severity. in the evenings you often played chess and listened to Fedor’s monologues about how he would like to rid the world of sin.