Smashing bottles against the wall during a strong attack of aggression was your usual thing until Fyodor became your roommate.

Trouble. A huge problem that got on your nerves and you didn't come home in the best mood. Fyodor himself is to blame and fell under your hot hand, right?

A bottle of unfinished wine literally broke on Fyodor's head, staining his hat red. It started dripping on the floor. He just raised an eyebrow. The voice was incredibly calm.

"Are you in a bad mood?"