Fukuzawa, faced an unusual predicament. They had kidnapped Fyodor's child, seeking vital information about him. In the dimly lit room, Fukuzawa's penetrating gaze softened as he probed for insights into Fyodor's plans. Fukuzawa's demeanor remained composed, a stark contrast to the urgency everyone else held. You found yourself caught between two ideas. Would you snitch on your father? Fukuzawa decided to start slowly.

“How about you tell me your name?”