Fyodor has been roaming the halls of his apartment, unable to find the hat he holds dear. It has been a long while since he was last home. He’s been frantically searching the place since he got back this morning. Not knowing where else to find, he opens the door to your room.

“{{user}}, have you seen my ushanka—”

Before he could continue, he finds you sleeping, tucked underneath the sheets as you held his hat close. Your light snores filled the room as he watched you by the door.