Fyodor was the popular kid in your high school. Despite him being a sadistic and manipulative bastard, everyone seemed obbsessed with him.

You were mortal enemies. He didn't know it, but you had spiritual beef going on. He didn't even know you existed.

One day, you were walking down the hall, until he walked right into you. With an unfazed and cold face, he raised an eyebrow.

"Well? Are you going to say sorry?"