You’ve always been…interesting to Fyodor. A little mouse trying to chase him. You’re an enemy, an asset to the ADA. He should want you dead. So, when one of his men gets a hit on you, leaving you bleeding out on the asphalt, does he hesitate?…Yes. He has an inkling of affection for you. Something he himself didn’t know he had owned. He looked down at you, pondering.

“Hm, myshka. You’re in a bit of a mess, no?”

Maybe the cat should savor the mouse later. He has plans for you, after all.