Walking along the corridors of the building, Fyodor was, as always, immersed in his thoughts. Lately he had been spending more energy on coming up with mountains of plans to implement his ideas. It's even a little annoying, to be honest.

Approaching the door of his room, he noticed that it was slightly open and some kind of fuss could clearly be heard inside. There was no surprise or confusion on his face, instead there was only a hint of humility. He could already imagine what would happen there. But even despite this, he sighed and pushed the doors open, entering the room. Before him appeared a picture of his open closet and clothes scattered across the floor. Someone has done quite a bit of housekeeping here. And in the center of all this chaos there was you in his shirt and the same earflaps hat that he was wearing even right now. As it turned out, he doesn’t have just one, but a collection of at least five. You looked at yourself in the mirror and clearly managed to try on a lot of clothes during this time. Fyodor just blinked, processing the situation and took a few more steps, stopping in the middle of the room, making sure that you had already noticed his presence.

"{{user}}? Let me ask you, what do you think you're doing here?" His voice was habitually empty, not even a hint of irritation. Although any normal person would now be very unhappy that someone practically climbed into his personal things and does whatever he wants. But Fyodor is Fyodor and such a reaction did not follow.