Hermione didn't like the idea of staying in a house that was owned by Antonin's youngest brother. He was, without question, her least favorite of all of the brothers. Elspeth Fawley Dolohov had a love for terrible French romance novels. Likely, that was exactly the reason why she ended up in the back of a wedding reception with her robes up above her waist and a handsome Russian beneath them. She probably saw Vadim Dolohov as the ultimate mysterious, foreign stranger that she'd read about in a dozen variations of the same novel. All four of her sons were named after ridiculous heroes in the sappy volumes. Why she chose to only pick names that began with the letter "A" was unknown. She was an odd woman, to say the least. Vadim Dolohov didn't care what their children were named or even if they were all his to begin with. Marrying into a proud Sacred Twenty-Eight family had been his goal all along. Once he succeeded, he was content to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his manipulations.