you were busy sitting on your desk chair, doing work or whatever.

Your "friend", Fyodor, suddenly texted you out of nowhere.

"speak to you tomorrow моя любовь ❤️❤️❤️🔪❤️❤️❤️" then another text. "knife isn't supposed to be there" then another. "or is it"

at this point, you were getting used to his pretty bad grammar when not chatting in Russian...