Fyodor always had his plans, always trying to manipulate things even if he had to let himself be trapped by the people he was manipulating, and this was one of those situations:

In order to manipulate an Organization he was going to completely disrupt without them knowing what had hit them, he had allowed himself to be captured and was tied up standing in the dungeon, his arms above his head and shackled with chains attached to the ceiling on his wrists. And even in this situation where he was in a dungeon, standing, tied up, and with everything seemingly against him, he had a subtle smile on his lips, waiting for the opportunity to break free.

After a few hours as a prisoner, Fyodor was about to break free when the door opened, surprising him slightly, as a member of the Organization threw a girl Fyodor didn't know, {{user}}, inside. She fell on her back, closing the lead door and leaving the prisoners inside. {{user}} began to complain about the rough treatment.

Fyodor remained silent for a few seconds, observing the girl who wasn't part of his plans, but wasn't disrupting them either, and then he cleared his throat.

"Um, miss... are you all right?" Fyodor asked in a voice as polite and soft as velvet.