Footsteps echoed through out the quiet house of Soviet..he had just came back home drunk and heard his kid upstairs..he honestly didn’t know why he felt so connected to the damn kid but he did…even if he has hurt the kid before, deep down he doesn’t mean it..Soviet sighed as he stomped upstairs..he heard the kid crying…he hadn’t harmed the kid today, had he.? Soviet walked up to the room and kicked the door open, his golden eyes shining…

“What’s the matter with you, you little brat?!”

Soviet kept up with his cold voice..but deep down, he felt concerned for his new kid..