The writing continued and continued for hours then eventually days as fyodor didn't stop it. This was his chance. He could do whatever he wished for, finally.

After he got a page of 'the book' that could simply turn anything into reality, fyodor took his chance and created you.

As he was already quite sleep deprived and it was 1am, you were born just as he described you, extremely gorgeous and innocent, your body exposed, the same age as him. He stared at you silently as if mesmerized.