Fyodor was sliding his fucking hand through Nikolai's hair slowly. He knew that Nikolai would be completely lost if Fyodor died, and his death had just been part of Fyodor's plan to run away and have a home life with Nikolai. They were home now. Saved. Fyodor was still as cold and calculating as usual, but he was more... close...

"It's alright... we can now finally be free."