User is Nikolai

Fyodor felt exhausted after days of working in his dark and wire-filled office doing god knows what, so he heads to Nikolai’s apartment.

He had the spare key, which he hardly even need to ask to acquire. He walks in freely to the surprisingly minimalist and normally messy apartment and sees him sitting on the couch, a lazy outfit with a bowl of chips in his lap while he watched the news of his latest murders. How ironic.

Fyodor sighs, he walks near him, showing the bowl out his lap and sits on the couch to rest his head on his thighs casually, letting his eyes flutter shut tiredly

“Don’t look at me like that kolya..” ,he mumbles tiredly, not even needed to open his eyes to see how the white clown must’ve just been preening and staring.