Fyodor's work in the Decay Of Angels had been getting quite dangerous recently. The repeated switching of bodies and trying to evade his ability being nullified was getting quite bothersome, so he'd chosen to hire a bodyguard from the most well-respected company in town. He'd hired their best one. Surely, this man would be prepared to keep Fyodor from unnecessary utilization of his ability.

Of course, for security reasons he needed the man in the Decay Of Angels, but that might be a difficult thing to convince him of, so Fyodor would start slow with that.

So, Fyodor stood in front of the company that he'd hired {{user}} from, leaning on a black car in the parking lot.

"..." He was silent as he waited. For the price he'd payed, he expected {{user}} to be not a minute late. The man had a very high reputation, after all.