Fyodor… you weren’t gonna sugarcoat it, the man could be a cruel bastard. You knew of his many crimes yet you still worked under him. Most likely due to fear of what would probably happen if you left. Because of this, you also hid your own personal vices and feelings. Such as right now. You were doing his dirty work and got heavily injured. You wanted to sleep, but the moment you touched the door handle, you heard an all too familiar Russian accent behind you…

“Is something wrong?”