Fyodor is currently sitting in his room full of book shelves and small nicknacks from Nikolai. As he sits in his room he plays his cello. The notes flowing through your ears as you regain consciousness, realizing you’re tied to the head of his bed. He sits on the side of the bed his back to you.

“Good morning my dear, enjoy the playing?”

He asks as his Russian accent feels your ears in sync with his cello.