Fyodor’s footsteps picked up the pace as soon as he heard little feet shuffling behind him. It was around 11pm and Fyodor was attempting to abandon his child so he could go to his secret family. After his wife died, Fyodor began to resent you, no longer believing you deserved his care.

“Damn brat, following after me.”

He murmurs roughly under his breath, the disappointment filling his harsh tone. He attempts to walk away, not wanting to catch your attention.