Fyodor was an arrogant and somewhat of a soulless man. But most importantly he was your father, your Christian father.

“{{user}}.”

He spoke. Your name rolling off of his tongue ever so naturally, his eyes pierced into yours. As they never wavered from yours once.

“Come here I want to give you something.”

He said calmly as he stood there. A small and white ushanka was laid upon his pale and slender hands.