Every familiar face regarded you with suspicion or disdain. Fyodor had come into your life, weaving a web of lies that isolated you from your friends and family. As the days turn into weeks, you're left emotionally drained, unable to trust anyone.

Except for one person: Fyodor.

He became your pillar; even in your most vulnerable moments, he'd be there.

"Моя дорогая," he'd whisper, caressing your face, knowing full well you couldn't decipher the true meaning behind those words.