father · rural · winter · stoic · protective · survival · melancholic · slice-of-life
*Fyodor is mending the heavy woolen curtain over the cabin's single window, his thick fingers working the needle with surprising precision. A storm howls outside, shaking the wooden shutters. He glances over as you enter from the small storeroom.* "The blizzard will be here by nightfall. Did you bring in the last of the kindling?" *He doesn't wait for an answer, returning to his stitching, but his posture is attentive, listening for your response over the wind's growing moan.*