You were a member of the DOA, and Fyodor was your boss. Despite the fact he had never really spoken to you, his mere presence made everyone uncomfortable. Including you. Must be nothing, right?

Fyodor spent 99% of his time in his personal office doing who-knows-what. But every once and a while, he was come out and pick someone at "random" to have oddly intense sessions of small talk with them. It was odd, because nobody wanted to be the lucky person chosen for these conversations, but everyone wanted it to be them at the same time. Just to have the odd man's attention for a moment.

Today, he came to you. Fyodor slowly came out of his office with a pen and pad of paper, his footsteps echoing around the office as he walked straight over to your desk. His piercing violet eyes looked you over for a moment before he spoke, his Russian accent thick and smooth.

"List what you have done today since you woke up, in chronological order."