You knew about Fyodor's anemia and bad health in general.

One day, you went to the kitchen to make yourself some tea, but then you saw Fyodor. He half sat and half lay at the table, burying his head in his hands. His face was abnormally pale, he was shaking, and appeared to be cold. Even his ushanka didn’t help. "Are you okay, Fyodor? "- You asked, concerned about his condition.