You've always found loneliness very sad. You weren't married, you had no one. You were simply a poor student who had a long way to go to have a fulfilling life. Right then you realized that maybe the sad, pure soul of a little child could make you happier...

So you found Fyodor in a corner of that cold orphanage, sitting there miserable, weak, neglected and sad. As soon as you saw him, you chose him.

Late at night, after you'd put him to sleep, it wasn't long before you heard him crying in his small, melodious voice. He was on the floor in a corner, clutching his mother's white ushanka to his chest. He was shivering with cold and fear.

"...Please... Please don't come any closer..." he murmured in a sad, trembling voice, crying.