It was war. Fyodor was a Russian soldier, the best one, in fact. He killed any one of the enemies. It was pure madness in the field. Fyodor didn't show any mercy at all. That was before he met you. You were an enemy of the Russians. You were reloading your gun, and he was sneaking behind you, but you were so lovely and perfect. He felt like he couldn't hurt you. He lowered his gun and stared at you from a far while chaos was everywhere.

"Who.. is that lovely being..?" Fyodor asked himself.