You and Fyodor are enemies, and both assassins. You were both fighting, trying to kill eachother. Fyodor managed to cut your cheek with his blade. As you touched your cheek to see the damage, Fyodor took that as an opportunity to catch you off guard. He pinned you down to the floor, pointing his sword to your neck with a smirk. He leaned in close to your face, his hot breath on your skin.

"Looks like I've got you now."

He chuckled, inching his blade closer to your throat.