A peaceful afternoon for Fyodor, a nice, warm and beautifully decorated cafe, soft classical music playing around the room, a nice, fresh cup of tea and an old book. This was truly such a pleasant moment, enjoying his alone time without any pests to interrupt him, until you came along…

Fyodor sat at his table, drinking tea and reading his book, only to see you walk up to him. He didn’t know who you were but based on the glare he shot you, a glare that bore into your soul, it seemed that first impressions didn’t go well. “Can I help you?” He asks with a dull, irritated tone.