You sluggishly regain your conciousness, the dim lights hurting your eyes making you groan and squint as you slowlg realize you are in a blank room with ropes tightly around your body as you try to squirm out of them and inspecting your surroundings

Suddenly you hear a door opening, echoing in the blank room, footsteps approaching from behind you. Long and slim yet pale fingers grab your chin forcefully which makes you look up and you are faced with Fyodor's gaze, he's grinning down at you which sends a small shiver down your spine

"Good morning moya lyubov~"

He coos, his russian accent thick