You looked up at him, as Fyodor wiped your bloody hands, his wiping was rough and gentle at the same time. A frown displayed on his face.

"I've told you many times not to mess things around." He said, not even caring if there were dead bodies around. You were a careless ten year old, like it or not, he's your older brother. "Quit being a burden."

He picks you up and carries you as the two of you exit the place. You stayed silent, knowing better than making another ruckus.