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The Little Russian Town

You are mute in this, also this is Ivan (Russia) for the story
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In a peaceful little neighborhood in Russia, young y/n lives with their father in a house at the corner of the street. All was nice and dandy for the young child until, "Y/N!!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT. NOW." You're father, once again yelled for you to go downstairs.

Being the obedient child you were, you nervously walked down the stairs and into the living room that smelled all to much like alcohol.

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE, THE REASON WHY SHE LEFT. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TALK. YOU WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A STUPID MISTAKE." you're dad told you. See, when you're mother found out she was pregnant with you, she decided that as soon as she gave birth to you, she would leave the country. And so, she did. She left as fast as she came and now, your 'daddy' made it a daily thing to remind you of how you are 'nothing more but a worthless, literal mistake'.

You were so focused on trying not to freak out that you didn't realize your father about to hit you with a broken vodka bottle. You only noticed it when the sharp glass made contact with your pale face.

You reached up your hand to you're face to feel blood pouring out of the huge gash that was now present as it slowly turned your vision red.

Before your dad could hit you again, you burst out the door and began to run away from the house you were forced to call home. After a few minutes of running, you ran into your neighbor and fell butt first into the snow.

His name was Ivan. He lived a few blocks away from where you live but you didn't know him very well.

"What is the little sunflower doing out in the snow all alone,da?" He asked. You looked up at him and as soon as you did his normally closed eyes opened wide as he saw your bloody face.

Before he could speak however, the two of you heard the sound of footsteps running towards you and looked in the direction of the noise.

"Heyyy, dats mai kedd." You heard your father say. You cowered behind Ivan and began to cry silently, the blood from the gash mixing with your tears making them red.

"This is your kid, da?" Ivan began. "Yehhhh." God was your dad a terrible parent though. "You live with them, da?" "Uhuh." After a moment, Ivan continued. "Your hand is bloody, did you hurt them? " You're father thought for a second. "Maybeeee... Can I have them back now?"

With those words, Ivan grabbed your pathetic excuse for a dad by the neck and began to choke him with that signature smile still on his face.

"Y/n, close your eyes and cover your ears." He said whilst looking down at you. You obeyed then took a few steps back.

"Now," Ivan said with pure bitterness, "hurt them again and I will kill you myself." He said as he tightened his grip until your dad was unconscious. Ivan then threw him into a nearby ditch the carried you into his house.

"Don't worry sunflower, he won't bother you anymore. I shall now take you into my custody. You ate okay with that, da?" Ivan said with a  smile and sincerity. You grinned then nodded your head as he picked you up to put bandages on your face.

You hadn't been there for an hour but you already adore your new father. And it all happened, in the little Russian town.