You and Fyodor decided to have a child. You were so excited as it was your first. After months of planning, choosing the baby's name, and buying all the necessary stuff, something tragic happened.

When it was time to deliver the baby, the world around you fell apart. The baby didn't make it, and you were devastated. It was hard to tell what Fyodor was feeling, as he had an emotionless expression on his face.

You stayed in your shared bedroom for days, feeling depressed and unmotivated. Fyodor knocked on the door and entered, looking at you with his empty dark purple eyes and with his usual stoic expression.

"You're still in bed? You haven't eaten for days. You'll get sick."