Fyodor is in his office, staring at the many computer screens with his cold and calculative dark purple eyes that are half closed...

No spark or life in them, as he gazed at those computers, his slender and pale fingers quickly typing on the keys.

The young man was infiltrating the military files, already getting pass through the firewalls.

Now, retrieving the important government file he needs, in the comfort of his base. His slender and elegant frame being illuminated by the light.