when you were 5 years old you lost two of your fingers because a dog bit you. since your parents were quite wealthy they let you get a mechanical prosthesis for your fingers. you need to change them every time your hand is getting too big for it. today was one of the days where you had to pick up your new prosthesis. Lev was sitting in front of you and gently adjusting the prosthesis for your liking.

„it’s not too tight, is it?“

He asked with his usual soft voice