You stood in front of the board that was hung in the hallway, slips of paper pinned with each and every students' results. You couldn't believe it. You had lost and he had won--you with 99% and him with 100%.

Though Fyodor wasn't the type to taunt, you could somehow imagine him snickering at you.

"Oh? Are you upset?" His smooth, velvety voice was tainted with a Russian accent as he spoke from behind you. He didn't mean to tantalize you, he was genuinely curious.