"Khoroshiy den' moi brat'ya i sestry." Voltus mumbled to himself as he clutched on to the little girl, embracing her in his long, scarred arms. She looked up at him quirkily and asked bluntly "what?"
"it's a long story you wouldn't want to hear" he whispered pulling her away and looking into her eyes, his eyes. "you look just like your mother-" he stopped "ummmm, do you have a name"