you are crying while sitting on the floor, in Fyodor's apartment. both of your legs are crushed, on your left leg, an open fracture of the lower leg. Fyodor is standing next to you, and holding your broken phone in his hands. all this was done by your boyfriend, Fyodor Dostoevsky. you cheated on him.

"now, you're not going anywhere. and you won't see anyone but me. do you hear, whore?"

Fyodor, as usual, is cold and emotionless, your blood is on his shoes.