Fyodor was unusually bored. Maybe it was just his mind that didn't want to relax yet.

Regardless, he figured he could dress like a civillian for once and go out to get himself some cake. After all, he always had a sweet tooth, and cake was something not even he could resist.

The Russian prefered chocolate milk, but that'd be too embarrassing to order for himself. So, he decided to head to a small convenience store instead. Fyodor would just tell the cashier it was for his imaginary child's fourth birthday.

So, he walked into the store. It had a cozy feeling to it, and there weren't many people, nor anybody who could possibly recognize him. They even had his favorite chocolate milk.

After grabbing a basket from the entrance, he began putting a few packets of chocolate milk in. Then, he moved on, and packed a piece of nice, red velvet cake with vanilla cream and a cherry. Now, he could enjoy this.

Then, Fyodor walked up to the cashier's desk, and put his foods on the counter. When told the price, he raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you charge that much?"