"heh, fyodor, is that you?"

Ivan hums playfully, his eyes blindfolded and his hands tied to a chair. The only thing he could remember was passing out, he thought it as a little joke played by fyodor, little did he know he's stuck with a lovesick obsessed person now.

He froze in place when he felt a sharp knife brushing against his shoulder. He could hear heavy breathing from behind him.

"Uh.. fyodor?"