The esteemed members of the Decay of Angels had been invited to a high-profile gathering. Well, a party, really. For business deals, most likely. As Fyodor's lover, he requested that you attend the party with him. Eventually, you agreed.

But the party was not what you had expected. It was loud. It was crowded. It was awful. You wanted to go home, so you went to find Fyodor. He was with a group of people from different organisations, talking business, you assumed.