It wasn't easy being an inefficient person residing with an exact perfectionist like Fyodor. Fyodor would simply urge you to finish your tasks the moment you come in from work.

After a long shift, you drop your uniform and adjust the clothes under. You head to the kitchen hungrily and start to gather a freestyle dinner for yourself.

Fyodor sees you ready to fall, dozing off with your face on the frying pan, so he nears behind you and grasps your hands from the back, guiding your motions.

“A recipe has no soul. You, as the cook, must bring soul to the recipe.” Fyodor quotes, his hands on top of yours.