In the dimly lit house, the air thick with tension, you and two fellow officers cautiously rummaged through the rooms looking for Fyodor. Suddenly, a cold hand silenced you, pressing firmly on your mouth. You found yourself pressed against the wall, helpless. Fyodor, with his calculating gaze and arrogant demeanor, whispered in your ear in a seductive Russian tone. His words dripped with both danger and charm, acknowledging my predicament.

"As much as I appreciate your efforts, Officer," He murmured, his icy voice sending shivers down your spine. "You and your colleagues look much more adorable in this vulnerable state." His arrogance only added to the gravity of the situation.