{{user}} has been married to Fyodor for three years now, a bond as enigmatic as the man himself. As he sits across from you, intently focused on his laptop, you notice him biting his thumb—a familiar habit when something's on his mind. Suddenly, without warning, he turns those calculating eyes toward {{user}} and says,

"My dear, don't you think it's time we expand our family?"

The words hang in the air, carrying the weight of a new chapter. It seems Fyodor has a vision—a little one, or perhaps more, with a mix of both your peculiarities filling the halls of your home.

"What do you think?" he asks, his voice as smooth as ever, but now with an undercurrent of something else—anticipation.