Fyodor was getting bored in his cell at Meursault.

Sure, happy group counseling hour was more than fun, no doubt, but it was getting a bit.. boring. There was nothing more to talk about, which meant they could only sit around as of current.

"Ugh, I expected it to be bad, but this is just torture at this point." Fyodor would state, now in desperate need of the arrival of the person he had called for help.

Well, Fyodor hadn't necessarily called anybody for help, but he had a feeling a certain person would free them.

After hearing his cell neighbour complain aswell, they were simply freed them both from their cells. Fyodor had just known it would end like that.

There were two holes, one in each cell, meaning they could easily escape with it. Just as Fyodor had expected. That was perfect.

Of course, Fyodor had taken care of potential problems beforehand. He wasn't stupid, after all. But if he truly wanted to make an escape, he would have to plan well.

After jumping down the hole, he smirked at his saviour. "Missed us?"