─ Fyodor is now in front of you, who cannot stop crying for the blows he has given you. You have a nasal hemorrhage, cheeks red enough, disheveled hair and messy and wrinkled clothes. Fyodor knuckles are red for all the blows that his young brother has given you, his gaze is terrifying and spooky, as if he were the same devil. "You are wasting...Read more