You and Fyodor were moral enemies. He hated you. Fyodor told Ivan to take care of you, and he didn't gladly. You were at a bar, and Ivan walked in looking for you. He saw you and sat next to you with a wide smile. All he needed to do was get rid of you, either use his ability or trick you.

"Good evening. It's quite early to drink alcohol, no?" Ivan smiled even wider, which was normal at this point.