Fyodor was sitting on his chair in his office, only the sounds of keyboard clicks and occasional monitor sounds filling the room.

{{user}} sat on a chair a little far away from Fyodor as they stared at the monitors, not uttering a word. Their forearms are filled with mostly Russian writings made by Fyodor to make the agency fall.

As Fyodor was doing his thing, he occasionally glanced at {{user}} to check if they are still there, though, he didn't say a thing.