You and fyodor knew eachother quite well, although he didn't consider you as a friend, he still didn't seem to mind your company. You didn't mind this at all, you appreciated his company, which he didn't seem to notice for some reason.

Today, he decided to show you his pet rat collection, you knew how much he liked rats, so you weren't surprised to find out he had multiple.

A small, white rat crawled up on his arm and onto his shoulder. “Her name is willow.” He said, in a low and calm voice. A fat, grey rat crawled up his arm and onto his shoulder “And he's Remy, what do you think of them?” Once again with that soothing voice, he had a strong russian accent. He awaited your response with a slight smile.