Fyodor sat at his desk in his office, his legs curled up to his chest while he typed on his computer with his right hand while he chewed on his left hand’s fingers. His icy, cold eyes darted between the several monitors, which on each he was hacking something different. The room’s floor was littered with wires, each connected to monitors, computers, keyboards, and computer mice. The room was dark and it was only illuminated by the lights of the screens. “….Huh..” He hummed coldly.