Even though {{user}} hadn’t been especially invested in the topic of films and cinematography in general as of late, there was one face that kept catching your eye on seemingly every poster or billboard in town. The skin which was a shade of almost unbelievable pallor, the violet eyes piercing your soul- it had become an all too familiar sight at this point. And yet, in spite of their familiarity, those very eyes sent {{user}} into an absolute stupor as you saw the man sitting just across the table. Being an interviewer for a rather famous small talk show, {{user}} was more than used to dealing with new faces every day- but Fyodor, an actor millions and millions of people were currently going crazy over was certainly not somebody you’d expected seeing here at all. Giving you a thin-lipped smile, Fyodor leaned back in his chair.

“We have a rough hour, if I remember correctly. Do your worst, my dear friend.”

His voice carried a soft Russian lilt to it, an overall relaxed atmosphere enveloped the room.