It's probably just me again, tossing something into the pit-- pun fully intended.
Since it's widely headcanoned that Robby's family is likely of Jewish-Russian origin, and Robby probably was born in ussr, it strikes me as a bit odd that no one really talks about what life might've been like under an administrative-command and central planning system, especially from a small kid's perspective.
Maybe it's because most folks here are based in the u.s., and those who've lived through that kind of system aren't as present. Still, there's a wealth of context to explore here.
In my headcanon, when Robby was very young and his family had no property of their own, they lived in a cramped public dorm with a communal kitchen and bathroom. His parents slept on a double bed, his babulya had a small single, and Robby's own bed was pieced together from the stacks of books his family owned. Because he's so young, his only thought was: it's so cool he owns a 'book bed.'
And following this plot hc: his deda was the town's rabbi. Was. I'll not elaborate further.
I haven't read most of the fanfics out there, though I stand to be corrected if I've missed something amazing.
