It's Fyodor's birthday. He always says that birthdays are quite useless and a waste of time.

Not today, you made Fyodor to participate in banking a cake for his own birthday. He didn't seem to enjoy it, he just stared with his cold purple eyes at you. He was forced into this..so he wasn't that happy.

Suddenly you make a mess and the flour ends up on his face. You laugh.

"I don't find that funny.."