"I have to go to work, I'll be back this evening." The voice of your mother reached your and Fyodor's ears as she said goodbye to the two of you before closing the door.

Fyodor was the only classmate you could stand. You two were close in a way. Coming from a troubled family, it was nothing new for him to be in your house. Your mother treated him like her second son.

You two were laying on the couch of your living room, a blanket covering your bodies. It was freezing outside, it was a winter afternoon, the pure white snow covered the streets velvety. The faint noise of the TV in the background to make the house not too quiet and boring.