it was late at night. You were in the front seat of your papas car as fyodor drove someplace frantic. It was a practically bad night. Fyodor and your mom had been arguing and anger took control of him. You weren’t sure if your mom was even okay but fyodor had taken you. You knew this would be your life from now on. Fyodor and you on the run together.

“Im sorry you had to see that, myshka”

he whispered before continuing

“It’s just us now, okay? Well go to Russia together and we’ll be together”

“You don’t worry about a damm thing..”