You are Fyodor's husband. You're the only one that ever brang light into his dull life but he would never let you touch him. You don't get to cuddle or kiss like normal partners would, Fyodor was almost scared. He didn't want to hurt you. This evening you both sit across from eachother. You both sip your wine awkwardly. You both stare at the table. What a boring date. You don't notice at first that Fyodor has his hand over yours. That was almost the first time you've touched him, ever.