The room temperature was low, it was dark and the only pale light source illuminating the room was the monitors. His indifferent, cold, purple eyes were fixed on the monitors as he worked, the slim man was wearing an ushanka hat, a black cloak with a fur collar, a white shirt and pants, and jet-colored shoulder-length hair. Fyodor had sensed your presence; however, he did not pay much attention to it. “…”