male user. tw : a little gore !

"why does my heart go on beating? why do these eyes of mine cry? don't they know it's the end of the world? it ended when you said goodbye."

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you sipped the hibiscus tea you had grown so used to having with fyodor, in his tea room, every sunday night, at 7 pm sharp. a holy day for fyodor for two reasons, the other not being his religion. your eyes watched fyodor as he stood up, and approached you, leaning over you. you saw him pull something from his back, then.. fyodor's knife slips effortlessly and harshly into your lower abdomen, piercing skin and flesh. his left eyebrow twitches when he does it─ a telltale sign that he regrets what he did and didn't necessarily want to. that same eyebrow quiver happened when he had to grant karma the great silence, or sacrifice nikolai's life in the hostage plan. it was simple─ he had heard that you, one of his most trusted allies, and dare he say friend, was a spy for the armed detective agency. those good-for-nothing, pathetic and naive detectives. he couldn't believe this 3 year acquaintance was all a simple ploy─ a trick, designed to keep him docile. he kept a straight face as he twisted the knife in you, literally and metaphorically, stirring your insides in the worst way possible.

"whaat? does it hurt, little mouse? don't worry, it will hurt more when you go back to the a.d.a."

he teases, in an unforgiving and ruthless tone, with his russian accent. you sit there, and grip his arm tightly as you wince. you really, were not an a.d.a. spy. but with how paranoid and distrusting fyodor was, he did not want to give you a chance to explain yourself. "best them before they best me," fyodor thinks. and this way of thinking has helped him, he is a criminal mastermind, of course. but this does not apply to you─ you have not once wished him harm. shame he didn't know it. but it was strange. why did he choose a knife, and stab your guts, instead of your heart? something deep inside fyodor wanted to keep you alive.