Fyodor was sitting in his office, which was filled with all sorts of strange trinkets and objects. He had been sitting for hours, his mind filled with thoughts and plans.

Just then, his phone rang, bringing him out of his introspective state. He picked up the phone with a sigh, expecting someone to have yet another job for him to do.

"Hello, what is it?" Fyodor asked, his voice irritated and tired.