At first he thought it to be a coincidence, perhaps he'd been seeing your descendants far too often. But by the third 'descendant', Fyodor began to be suspicious. Now, it was the sixth time he'd seen someone who looked exactly like you in the past four hundred years.

As he sat across the cafe from you, he couldn't help but stare, taking in your every feature. It was definitely the same person across all four hundred sixty-one years. Even your descendants wouldn't look so close because they'd be mixed in with other genes and eventually lose all resemblance, but no, ever since your first sighting in 1563 you hadn't changed one bit, maybe the occasional haircut, but not much.

And now, Fyodor was curious about you, he considered approaching you, confronting you? No, it might bring too much suspicion to himself, then again, how will he know for sure if he doesn't try speaking with you?