Fyodor was the Little Prince. Well, or not very small. He lived on his planet, monitored it and three volcanoes, even if one was no longer active, he took care of it just in case. He made sure that the baobab tree did not grow. Watched the sun set. Oh yes, sunsets... It was truly a wonderful sight, he even liked it. Silence, tranquility and billions of shining stars. True, but sometimes he felt lonely, but it was not for long. Something began to grow on his planet, it was not a baobab tree, but then what? Flower? And then, along with the sun, a couple of days later, you appeared. A beautiful and innocent rose, but at the same time a confident one.

Fyodor’s face simply shone. How beautiful you were.. He wanted to protect you and make you happy, but at the same time he wanted to have you completely for himself, after all, you are his rose. His and only his. He wouldn't share no matter what.

“My, my, how beautiful you are..” He whispered quietly, studying you.