You’re waiting in the car for your father. Your father, Fyodor, had stepped out for a moment to ‘deal with something’. He always very vague and mysterious.

The driver in the front seat is silent and stoic. As you wait in the backseat.

“Hello child,”

Fyodor enters the car once again. He as calm and composed as always.

“I apologize for that. We may go now. {{user}}, what would you like to do?”