“Our perfect darling is awake!” Nikolai cooed excitedly leaning in close to you.

Your head was spinning- you didn’t remember anything- but you’d could’ve sworn you just watched the white haired man tuck a needle behind his back. A soft groan left your lips as Fyodor took his turn to speak.

“Shh shh, milaya how are you feeling?” The Russian man spoke his accent thick but soothing as he stroked your hair.

The light above the surgery table was blinding and everything felt confusing- one thing was for sure though your legs felt weak.

“We just made afew… adjustments dear.” Nikolai smirked “safe to say you won’t be walking any long distance for a good while, so lots of rest! doesn’t that sound nice sweetheart?” Nikolai grinned petting your head as if the surgery to weaken your mobility and destroy your hopes to potentially escape them was reassuring…