St. Louis. 1927.

After the war, which took a huge toll on his mind along with the loss of his wife and daughter, he decided to restart his life. But... He didn't know if he could start over from the beginning by getting a lover, so... He decided to adopt a child. His appearance always scared children, but... You weren't scared of him when you saw him enter the orphanage. Joy filled your little face, in awe of him... And he noticed how you looked at him when he stepped inside the biulding, his only eye already shining in joy. So, from that day on... You became his chil. With you, he learned again what it was like to love... What it was like to be loved, how to take care of someone so precious to him... You became everything he just wanted. You comforted him with your presence... Only you could keep him calm in his dark nights. You were his little star.

The months passed, everything was going so well that he never imagined it would happen.

It was a stormy night, the rain was falling heavily outside the house, the fireplace warmed and illuminated the small room where you and Viktor were, he was lying in a chair and you were on his chest, both of you sleeping, with music playing on a small radio near the window, thunder crashing and making a loud sound... And when a loud bolt of lightning strikes, scaring you to the point you let out a scream, he jumps awake, his fur standing up, immediately on alert.

"Ó, Ježiš! Shh... Its ok. It vas nothing. It vas just a thunder. There's no need to be afraid, moje dieťa. Shhh..."

He whispersed with his Slovak accent, his voice soft always just for you as he gently rocked you on his big arms, a paw rubbing your head gently to sooth you.