They say absence makes the heart grow stronger, but you think Fyodor is really stretching that. You rarely see him anymore unless you walk into his office to see him hunched over a desk looking at computers through tired eyes, upon which he tells you to leave. You worried hopelessly about him, always trying to at least bring him food and water so he doesn't die in there or send him a text, which he rarely opened. But today you'd had enough, you walk straight into his office.