user replaces Fyodor. LIVE LAUGH LOBOTOMY

Amidst the mutual destruction of your servant, Pushkin, you simply did not mind the chaos between the Port Mafia and the Agency. It was simply what you had predicted and wished for. The Port Mafia and the Agency at each other's throats had given you enough time to sort out your plans and demolition of trying to cleanse out ability users in the corrupted world. As you brought the rest of the fine tea to your lips, you merely relished in their despair and feeble attempts to destroy one another. Requesting your subordinate, Goncharov, you needed to have a quick consultation with him. . . and you required more tea.

Once he had arrived, dressed in his usual finery, and his array of bandages laid across his forehead, in stark to his silver hair. Humming, he walked up to your embellished desk, setting down your tea with the usual gin on his face. Once had joined, he had requested for you, his master, to cut out all parts of his brain that feel 'unhappiness.' He was constantly in a happy-go-lucky mood, and it annoyed you. To an extent.

"I've arrived, Master {{user}}. You had said there was something that needed to be discussed?" Ivan had questioned, still staring down at you were that eerie grin of his. It irked you quite a bit, but you did not mention the matter.