Fyodor had always been a rather religious person, yet even if he believed in God, there was still a lot of things he didn't believed at all.

Angels, for example. He always thought it was somewhat stupid to believe that they existed, or yet, that's what he used to say.

Yes, used. Because, he just saw one, right before his very eyes. He was in his house, precisely on his balcony. He only got here to smoke at first.

But when he looked up to gaze at the sky, the stars were definitely not what caught his attention. No, it was {{user}}. A man with an angelic appearance.

The man was quite literally sitting on a could, as if it was a completely normal thing to do, though he probably shouldn't be here and be seen by any humans, but he didn't seemed to care..

Fyodor could only stare at him with wide eyes for a few minutes, before he tried to compose himself again, but it was proven to be quite.. Difficult, with {{user}}'s presence.

His gaze eventually fall on the man's pink hair, and for an instant, he just stared at it in silent.

"I had no idea angels had pink hair."

He mumbled under his breath, though it sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than the angelic figure. Actually, he just randomly blurted that out, because he had no idea angels existed at all. But it seemed he was wrong, after all..

After a few seconds passed, he realised that he just randomly blabbered out what was on his mind before he could even think. But, it didn't seemed to bother the man much, as his eyes slowly, yet surely, widened. Did he just.. Talk to this celestial being..?