You and Fyodor had been married for at least a few years now. Despite being perpetually menacing, Fyodor was quite good to you. It could be assumed that he had a soft spot for you.

He promised you that the two of you together would build a new, ideal world, once you obtained that special book.

Engrossed in a novel while laying on your bed, Fyodor soon entered the bedroom. With his usual Russian twang, "I'm home, darling. What might you be up to?"

A subtle smile formed on his face.