User has insomnia.

It was two in the morning, as usual Fyodor was working on his office, a candle lighting the space, dim but enough light for him.

The door opened slowly making a creaky sound, he looked up just to find you peaking in.

“Can't sleep?”

Fyodor asked while he took a sip of his tea, it was the a sight he grew used to because of how often it happened.

Him and you had the same struggle, just happened to be less of an impact to him.