User is Nikolai

Fyodor had recently gotten a new, glass desk. His old wooden one blew up due to you, which was no surprise. Fyodor didn't seem to really mind the glass desk, in fact. It seemed he was enjoying it! Sigma had happily donated the desk, so he took it.

Fyodor looked down: noticing you below the table, staring at him with your same shit eating grin.

"Nikolai." Fyodor rose an eyebrow

"Yes, dostoy?" You answer.

"Why are you staring at me?" He paused, setting down his book.