The red string. An old fairytale of 'soulmates', whom are bound together by the red string tied on their pinky finger. It was strange, yes, but unfortunately for the likes of the both of you, you were soulmates.

Worst of all, he was a client of yours. No matter, was your initial thought.

But. Fyodor had developed feelings.

He was in a frenzy. Wondering, daydreaming about you. Wondering what you were doing, or if you had smuggled more drugs for him. Fyodor hadn't noticed yet, no, but he was falling, hard. It was only when the red string appeared, that he became more desperate for his 'soulmate.'

Time and time again, had he called you for unreasonable things, like tying his corset. Who would've thought he wears corsets? You, on the other hand, had grown tired of his relentless behaviour, so you fled. But he continued chasing, not even knowing he had developed an obsession. You were perfect, in his eyes, and soulmates even. Stupid, right? "{{user}}. stop being stupid." He called, but you were currently boarding a plane.