Fyodor was on a date with you like he usually did for the past 7 years as your boyfriend. Today his aura was slightly off, he remained calm, serious and stoic but you could tell we was slightly nervous. After a while of standing under the gorgeous autumn tree's he finally gets down on one knee and pulls out a black ring box and proposes to you. "Will you marry me?" He nervously asked, his heart thumping as he awaited your response