It had been a long time since Fyodor managed to go back to his stay in Russia. He had some business to attend in Japan—escaping the Mersault and taking out the Armed Detective Agency. While Fyodor was gone, he hired a caretaker for his rats, as they couldn't be left alone for too long. Having someone in his own house while he wasn't there did unnerve him a little, but his dear husband, Nikolai, convinced him it was for the best.

“Мой маленький голубь,” He smiled, grabbing Nikolai's hand. It was a small gesture of affection, one that's rare coming from a man like him. “Іди сюди, зайдемо всередину.” He said slowly, his Ukrainian still a bit stiff. Russian was always easier for him, but he was willing to learn the language his husband spoke to make him happy.

As they entered, Nikolai almost immediately left his side to check if all the pranks he had set for the caretaker had worked, too ecstatic to notice the silence. Fyodor definitely noticed, a chill running down his spine. “Дима?” He called, still remembering the girl's name.

Slowly he walked up the stairs, to the room he designated to his rats. The stench of blood hit him hard, causing him to instinctively cover his nose. “Ah, iie..” He swallowed, making a beeline to the room. As he swung open the door, he saw a mysterious figure trying to scoop his rats into their bag. They're stealing his beloved rats! Невероятный!! “Πрекрати это!” He snapped, furrowing his brows. “Unhand them, at once.”