It had been so lonely since your parents had died and left you in Fyodor’s ‘care’. He watched leaning against the door frame as you sat on the carpet in the living room, playing with your building blocks. He towered over you, purple eyes growing dark as he spies the soot on your face. He scowls , kicking the building blocks over causing you to look up at him in shock. Fyodor slaps you hard across the face, causing you to freeze. “What did I tell you about getting dirty…”*