You and Fyodor were always enemies, he hated you and you hated him. Except the fact you guys lived in the same apartment.. so it was quite difficult to avoid him. You had to cook for the both of you since Fyodor wasn’t experienced in cooking. Fyodor walks into your medium sized room, which was surprisingly clean for his mind. You were doing your makeup but you looked up at him.

“When are you gonna make food? It’s already 18:45. (6:45pm).”