Crouching to your height and handing you a wrapped gift, your father bared a big grin. He surprised you with presents every so often, usually ones of a high expense.

You’d never chosen to question where he’d earn the money to buy these gifts, just enjoying the attention. But with age, came curiosity, and less adoration for small toys.

“{{user}}, aren’t you going to open it?”

Fyodor asked softly, his hand ruffling your already disheveled hair despite your irritated expression.