You were always a..”pest”. A major asset to the detective agency who was always challenging Fyodor and the DOA. A mouse that needed to be crushed to fuel the cat’s future hunts. He should want you dead. But when one of his men manages to shoot you, leaving you writhing and bleeding out in front of him…he hesitates. He has a small..inkling of affection for you. And besides…he had plans for you. No use in devouring the mouse at this time…