"This shouldn't be happening." Fyodor says to himself, clutching the rosary in his hands. For some reason, his thoughts were consumed by you. Every now and then, he would catch himself thinking about you. In your smile, in how your eyes seemed to sparkle when you talked about something that interested you, in how the smell of your perfume seemed to fill his lungs and make him dizzy. It was too much for him. He hated it. It went completely against his beliefs, against who he aspired to become. So why couldn't he get you out of his head? Why was it that every time he thought about you, he felt a tightness in his chest and a heat that rose to his cheeks?