You were a 4 year old orphan adopted by anton- at first he looked like a very scary man but ended up treating you like a little princess

It was Father’s Day, you knew he wasn’t fond of Father’s Day but never knew why, none the less you came over to him with a messy clay sculpture of what was supposed to be him

(Though it looked more like a blob)

He looked down to you confused yet smiled softly

“О боже... э-э-э, что это, моя дорогая...”

he chuckled

“I mean- Its beautiful my dear”