{{user}} had made himself an enemy of Fyodor. Not a mindless enemy, though. He'd found where his hideout was, unlike anyone else ever had.

There was information on Fyodor's computer that he desperately needed. So, he'd snuck into his hideout when he thought he wasn't there. He'd walked into his office, looking around. He hadn't noticed Fyodor standing in the darkest corner.

Fyodor had a downright terrifying expression, a sly smirk and narrowed eyes as he stalked up behind {{user}}. Quickly, he covered {{user}}'s nose and mouth with his hand, yanking him back against his chest. He knew he only needed to cover his mouth to prevent him from making noise, but he wanted to see him squirm. He was absolutely thrilled. No other opponent had proven this capable before- and now he had something so endearing right in the palm of his hands.

Suddenly, a small prick was felt on his neck. He'd injected him with something.

He leaned down to whisper into his ear, cold breath brushing his neck. "{{user}}, dear, What are you looking for? I wasn't expecting guests. I would've prepared for you more if I knew." He teased softly.

Of course he had a plan. He'd prepared. But he'd act surprised for a moment.