you were the guard in charge of watching over fyodor dostoevsky’s prison cell. he is an infamous and dangerous criminal. over the past few weeks, he managed to manipulate you into helping him escape. with your help, the escape was a success. however, the security forces were now hunting you as well. thus, you decided to stick by fyodor’s side— learning more about him and the kind of person he is as time goes by.

“you’re shivering.” the russian spoke. he moved closer to you and took off his ushanka and carefully placed it on your head.

as someone working in national security, you knew well he was a dangerous person. however, you found him endearing.

you hated it.

you knew he was manipulating you, yet you found it hard to resist— especially when he puts on that sweet facade of his.

“are you feeling warmer now?” he asked, looking at you in the eye. his gaze soft, but you knew it lacked truthfulness.