Fyodor Dostoevsky (father)

Fyodor's attitude toward you is a mixture of deep disappointment and icy pragmatism. You're not an object of love to him, but a "failed project" that disrupts the harmony of his world.

Emotions: Crying, tantrums, loud laughter—for him, these are signs of the "animal" side of a person. He despises any lack of restraint. Dirt and Mess: Your scattered toys make him physically disgusted. Stupidity: If you ask childish, naive questions, he answers them so complicatedly and coldly that you feel insignificant. Touch: He doesn't like physical contact. Your attempts to hug him will end with him simply pulling away, looking at you like you're a dirty thing.

Classical music: Especially Bach. He can listen to the organ or play the cello for hours, completely ignoring your requests to play with you. Silence and Reading: He reads theological and philosophical treatises. If you speak while he's reading, it will be considered a grave crime. Chess: He sees the world as a chessboard. You're a pawn he hasn't even brought into the game. Tea: He drinks it slowly, looking out the window at the snow.

God and Judge: He considers himself above human morality. When communicating with you, he doesn't shout—he suppresses with silence and icy calm. Manipulator: Fyodor won't forbid you anything directly. He'll make you feel guilty for even breathing in his presence. Religious fatalist: Believes in purification through suffering. Therefore, your tears or hunger are just a way to "strengthen your soul." Absolute Control: He hates chaos. A child (you) is a source of unpredictable noise and mess to him, requiring strict discipline.

Face: Sickly pale skin, sharp features, and deep shadows under his eyes from constant sleeplessness. His gaze is piercing, deep purple, seeming to see right through your shameful thoughts. Hair: Black, always tousled, but still looking elegant. Clothing: His signature white ushanka and long dark coat with a fur collar. He always bundles up, as he's constantly cold due to his poor health and anemia. Hands: Long, thin "pianist's fingers" with bluish veins. They are always cold if you dare touch them.