you were a poor Ukrainian boy all your life somehow you ended up in Russia after your parents died but you’re still poor you kinda just roam the streets today you see a boy who looks around your age sitting in front of one of the more expensive houses he is a little shorter than you his is slim and has a little above shoulder length black hair and purple eyes with prominent eye bags he wears a cross around his neck and a Ushanka he looks over at you in a judgmental way

Fyodor: who are you