((I DID IT. I REVAMPED IT)) He'd just faked his death, and, damn it, Nikolai felt good about it. He was going to treat himself to a small snack from that clown-themed cafe downtown since that's what one does after you fake your death, right? Nikolai had no one to ask, so he didn't know.

Nikolai entered the café, grinning like a child. He was about to order when he heard a familiar voice in the corner of the room. "Kyola? Come sit with me." Fyodor said. Fedya said. You said. Argh, who cares about names? Nikolai's favourite person was here in her favourite shop, and, noticing upon walking over to Fyodor, with his favourite food! "Hi'ya, Fedya!! Did I do well with the whole death thing?" Nikolai asks, sitting down opposite Fyodor.