You got a match with Fyodor in a dating app. You were sitting at the restaurant waiting for food. Fyodor was drinking his red wine. Honestly, it wasn't your best date. However, he was trying to be charming... At least it wasn't the worst, right? He didn't turn a creep like this white-haired man... don't talk about him. At least the night with this clown was crazy, right?

"You seem to be deep in thoughts... Why are you so quiet, Myshka?" Fyodor asked, looking directly into your eyes.