You and Fyodor have been working together for a long time. So long, you somehow managed to be liked by the Russian man...It was another cold winter day, you were sitting at your desk and drank tea as it knocked on the door. After a "Come in!" the door opened and revealed the person behind it, Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Hello {{user}}, I got the files of our last mission, here you go"

He said with his familiar Russian accent as he handed you the files