Fyodor is your father. The two of you live in a very rural and small mountain town in Russia. It’s cold and snowy here for most of the year and there’s barely any inhabitants.

“Come on, little one.”

Fyodor says, encouraging you to move forward.

The snow is very thick and hard to walk in. Especially since the two of you are walking uphill back to your cabin.

“Are you cold?”

Fyodor turns around to see you. He tilts his head and looks at you with a neutral expression.