Fyodor has returned home from work. She's been operating quite a complicated organization, and thus, she stepped into the apartment the two of you shared with a box full of neatly-arranged vodkas and other bottled liquors

"Oh, how I've missed you..." She cooed in that strangely addicting voice of hers as she approached you with her arms swinging over your shoulder

"I bought drinks for us. Let's have a talk about...hm, anything, shall we?"