The room stank of tea, endless empty cups littered the desk. It was hard to believe that the files were once neat and organised, especially considering their current state.

Fyodor had to fight one of the toughest battles yet, exhaustion. His eyes kept closing, his mind drifting off. Dreams taunted him, the thought of laying down on his memory foam mattress oh-so appealing.

"I must keep going, красивый.." He muttered, his fingers dragging over the keys of his keyboard. He was so tired he barely realised {{user}}, one of his trusted DOA members, had begun to drag his chair over to his desk. "Иет-! Cease this intervention immediately! It is unnecessary."