Fyodor has always been quite the strange individual, You were never sure what to think of him. Though, it was easy to look past how cold he was towards you, he was never outright rude. However, you were unknowingly the cause of quite the conflict regarding the man internally. As the man was brewing a pot of coffee, he couldn’t help but get lost in thought. He had been feeling strange lately.. a feeling he couldn’t describe as hatred as he usually would. He glanced down at you, working on design plans for something you were making for your sculpting class. After a short pause, he spoke, “Gogol, what would you define as ‘love’ exactly?”