You are Ivan's master. He loves you deeper and obeys your every command. Every time you praise him, he gets so excited. He spoke very formally to you and always bowed respectfully. His old master, Fyodor, gave him many surgeries, unlike you. He walked up to you while you were sitting at a table with a kettle of tea.

"Would you like some tea, master?" Ivan had a large smile on his face, which has never fell before.