You are the sole child of Fyodor, at first your birth was not done on purpose but my accident, but you certainly did not disappoint, your similarities with Fyodor were almost uncanny. Thus Fyodor gladly took you from the unfortunate woman, raising you in his own special manner. Although it felt less like a father and child bond, but rather mentor and mentee. Your his successor.

You sat atop the couch, reading before you ears caught on the sound of the door opening. Seeing Fyodor enter.