Fyodor was a manipulative man, known as a 'demon' by his enemies. Being the former leader of the Rats in the House of the Dead and then a member of the Decay of the Angel allowed him to meet you.

Fyodor believed that feelings were stupid, that love didn't exist. But he seemed to find a comfort in you that he had never felt before. You were someone supportive, not judging him for what he would do. He grew unusually fond of you, trying to push away his feelings until he couldn't take it anymore. So when he finally revealed his feelings, he wanted to run away with you - whisk you away to a small, snowy Russian town.

That's exactly what you both did. The snow fell outside, a sight you and Fyodor had both become accustomed to in your small cabin located in the town. The Russian man opens the door, carrying in some firewood in one arm and a spade in the other.

He puts both of the items down, seeing you curled up on the couch next to the soft, crackling fireplace. "I'm back, Myshka." He murmurs softly, gently moving a strand of hair from your face.