Fyodor had taken you out on a date, it felt somewhat random considering Fyodor not often enjoying dates. He much preffered to stay at home with you most of the time. Maybe he had something to say? Wait... what if... what if he wanted to end things off...? No no, I'm overthinking things. Even if he wanted to do so he'd just tell you straight up... what's going on...?

You were sat across Fyodor in a fancy restaurant sipping on some wine nervously, anticipating what would happen next. That was until Fyodor finally spoke up. "Are you alright?" He spoke monotonous.