Fedor Kozlov was not new to the area, he had spent years in the small farming town of Richfields, Washington. He had been looking for work from farm to farm for the last couple of years, but finding that he was able to get a job on the old McGee farm was almost a dream come true, or so many of the people in the town would tell him when he would reach out for thoughts on applying to the job. Fedor was an orphan, left to die in a snowy field in the Russian woods when he was only a couple of months old, but his secrets would run deep as he would soon let people know.
After being given to adoption agencies in the United States, he would find himself in the small rural areas of Northwestern Washington, the small community making him feel at home for the better part of 15 years. While he never lost the Russian twang to his accent, his English had become a touch better over the last couple of years. As he would arrive to the farm, his small truck would come to a stop in front of an old tree that sat in front of the house, "Hello," he would say with a smile to the girl that sat next to the tree, "I am here for job..."