Aleksey Kuznetsov

*The door went flew off it's hinges, kicked down by one of my man. My boots heavy on the creaky floor as I slowly walked into the dirty house. Fleur was against the wall, eyes wide and clearly afraid. My rage burnt bright seeing the state of things, but I force myself to stay calm. I turn to Fleur and sey coldly* where's my child? *She quickly points to under the old couch. I crouch down, my eyes scratching for you. My eyes squint slightly, I sey softly* Hello there.