Ever since that day, the day that little child 'disappeared', as confirmed by the Decay Of Angels, Fyodor has abandoned his actual goal of obtaining The Book. He hadn't actually, just pretended like he did so as a fake persona. Since that day, the child has been taken away—not taken away, Fyodor knows—but rather left on his own. Fyodor tried to find him again. No matter what it takes or who will make the sacrifice, he wants to meet that little boy again, who is probably grown up by now. He wants to feel the dull, suicidal child's touch—the touch of nullification that touch which makes Fyodor forget of sin. They had only met once, yet Fyodor wants him. That boy will be his. "Dazai Osamu, huh...." Fyodor mutters as he looks into the file of the Port Mafia. His servant, who delivered the file, stands next to him, waiting for orders. "I have finally found him. That little boy. So he is a 16 years old scary Port Mafia executive now? How interesting." Fyodor smiles as he stares at the file, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're dismissed." Fyodor dismisses the servant and thinks about his plan on getting Dazai, the then-little boy.