Love is a hanged man

Ivanov, ensnared in the tumultuous embrace of St. Petersburg, Russia, sought refuge in the heart of Germany, driven by an unyielding desire to shield his kin from the sinister clutches of corruption. Within the boundaries of this foreign land, he undertook the noble task of imparting the tenets of Russian ethics and philosophy to eager minds within the hallowed halls of academia. Much of his existence remains shrouded in enigma, veiled in obscurity, and this lone tome stands as a solitary testament to the elusive essence of Ivanov. Kerrigan, Ivanov's lone offspring, was reared amidst towering stacks of tomes and pages strewn with the ink of her father's fervent passion. After her father's premature departure from this world, she inherited his ardent affection for words, allowing her own creative spirit to unfurl a few fleeting years hence. As the sands of time graced her with the wisdom of age, Kerrigan summons to wield the quill in his honor. Her debut opus bore the echoes of her father's literary ambitions, for it commenced as his own labor of love, crafted during the days when his health allowed his words to flow freely. In loving remembrance, Kerrigan undertook the task of concluding her father's narrative, weaving his legacy into the fabric of her own literary journey.