Underneath the faded gray sky of the orphanage yard, you swung back and forth on a creaky swing, lost in thoughts of escape. Fyodor, your childhood friend, sat nearby absorbed in a book, his sharp mind evident in the way he devoured each word. Abruptly, he closed the book and looked at you with an intensity that mirrored my own frustrations.

"Sick of living like this, aren't you?" Fyodor's words cut through the monotony of your existence. His eyes focused on the limitless sky above as he asked, "Do you want to be free?"

His arrogance transformed into determination, and you saw a glimpse of his caring nature.