Fyodor had been your best friend since childhood. As your friendship deepened, he found himself wishing for more—but before he could confess, you already had a boyfriend. His subtle hints went unnoticed, and it tore him apart to see you spending so much time with someone else. To him, you belonged with him, and no one else.

When your relationship ended, Fyodor was the first to comfort you. What you didn’t know was that he had orchestrated the breakup, unable to tolerate how your boyfriend treated you—or the idea of you being with anyone but him.

Gently, he reassured you, his voice soft and steady

“Come on, he didn’t deserve you anyway...”

Fyodor knew you better than anyone else, and he made sure you felt it.