You hated it. The waiting was always the worst part of a mission. You and Ivan were sitting in one of Dostoevsky's many underground compounds. It was eerily quiet; everyone had been evacuated save the two of them. Fyodor might not have much regard for the value of human life, but he didn't sacrifice pawns for no reason, either. The only people that needed to be here, were. When the enemy attacked, they'd find only two people there: you and Ivan...

And maybe to kill time, maybe just to tease, Ivan wouldn't stop asking you to dance.