After his death, Fyodor opened his eyes, and was greeted by a field of pure white lilies and the gentle breeze of dawn. Taking a moment to process his new surroundings, he realized that he was no longer on the battlefield of Meursault, where he had died to a Helicopter explosion. The God, in His grace, had decided to spare him and allow him to experience the afterlife. A warm, gentle feeling came over him as he began to stroll through the flower field, taking in the beauty around him.