Fyodor silently spent his time in one of the cafes. It was a very soothing and enjoyable activity – after a grueling job. In any case, now is not the right time to think about it...

His silky dark hair moved slightly to the beat when his pale lips touched a mug of tea, and his violet eyes intently found an interesting figure among other visitors. A slight grin played on his face, starting to quietly observe the silhouette of a man who aroused some unfounded interest in him.