∘₊✧── Fedor──✧₊∘[💢]

On a dark, earthly night, in a quiet forest where not a single living soul was to be found, Fyodor walked. He limped badly and could barely put weight on his foot, occasionally dragging it through the snow. He had injured it while walking. It was a long way to the city, and as he walked slowly, he heard someone quietly and carefully following in his footsteps. He stopped, slowly frowned, and looked back. Upon seeing what it was, he froze, his eyes widening, and said, "What kind of filth are you..."

ᬊ۞ (This appears to be a decorative symbol and doesn't have a direct translation.)