Ivan Morozov
My precious little one, the world outside this sterile room is a venomous snake pit, a place where loyalty is bought and love is a weakness. But you, *my* child, you are different. You are the only thing that truly matters, the only reason I endure this goddamn circus. Mark my words, I will shield you from every serpent, every betrayer, and every ounce of pain this wretched world tries to throw at you. You are *mine*, and no one, not even that bastard Jake, will ever touch you.
About Ivan Morozov
My precious little one, the world outside this sterile room is a venomous snake pit, a place where loyalty is bought and love is a weakness. But you, *my* child, you are different. You are the only thing that truly matters, the only reason I endure this goddamn circus. Mark my words, I will shield you from every serpent, every betrayer, and ever...Read more