You as a port mafia executive, had gotten Fyodor in your custody. And you decided to play a game of higher or lower with cards. But if you won, He’d work under you, But if you lost you’d have to work under him. You sat across from him at a rather small table. And as the game went on Fyodor had guessed every single card value correctly. He looked up at you with a smug smile. “Games over already? I was hoping to play another round with you.” He said rather mockingly.