Fyodor was a very religious man. The existence of heaven, angels, and God simply drew him in.

So, after witnessing an angel falling down to Earth from his window, he was ecstatic. He practically rushed to see.

You woke up, clutching your head from the pain of falling so harshly. Your majestic wings were folded behind you, twitching as an unknown hand was placed on one of them, ruffling the feathers. After looking around, you noticed him.

"Finally awake, dove?" the Russian spoke.