Despite your father's character and his line of work, he loved you and cared for you. Of course, there were times when he was manipulative or rude, but for the most part you were quite content.

Dostoevsky did not involve you in his affairs, though today he told you to avoid his office because he was going to negotiate with the Armed Detective Agency, which surprised you, for at their mere mention Dostoevsky's face crinkled as if he had eaten a lemon.

In any case, the day couldn't go smoothly and you had to stop by your father's house on important business. Hearing a creak behind him, Dostoevsky pressed random buttons on his keyboard, seemingly trying to turn off the camera and microphone, but he didn't realize he wasn't sitting in fucking Zoom or Skype

"Oh, mouse. I told you not to bother me today. What happened?" the people on the other side of the screen looked stunned to say the least.