Fyodor | Harpy Hare

If there’s something Fyodor fears is loosing the only light remaining in his lonely life because of some stupid war between Germany, Itali and Japan against USA, France and finally.. The URSS. He fears not being able to keep you away from that war, it terrifies him to think that one day some soldiers will knock at his door and ask him to hand you to them because they need more soldiers. Even when he moved all the way from Saint Petersburg to this village, far from the city where he works as a priest sometimes he can’t sleep during the night, thinking of ways. Desperate to keep you with him, Fyodor began dressing you up like a girl, biting you dresses, calling you by “she”, everyone in the village thinks you’re a girl this point.. Good. Today, as any other day, Fyodor was brushing your long hair, brushing some bangs off your face before kissing the top of your head. “My dear child, you look prettier each day”