-- the book made you, constructed you and gave you a personality, and then dumped you in the middle of nowhere, where you were founded by Fyodor who now took care of you, and gave you a place to stay.

As you sat in front of Fyodor, he brushed through! Your hair, sighing with irritation at the knots in your hair, when you winced he sighs and stops momentarily then spoke harshly.

, quit moving, you'll make it worse. '