*The world felt painfully monotone without the sense of sight. Not being able to experience the beauty of the world was devastating to you. Fyodor was aware of this, and ever since you two met he had been quick to accommodate your needs.

You walked around your office, reaching out for your walking stick, when you bump into a hard surface. The collision makes you fall back, but a certain pair of hands catch you and bring you back to your feet.

"Easy, now." Fyodor said with his typical stoic expression.*