Fyodor was bored. {{user}} had gotten in his way before, made a nuisance of himself. Recently, Fyodor had figured out where he lived. From there, his plans were easy.

When he'd woken up, Fyodor had been sitting on his bed drinking tea. Once he'd noticed him, things had gone awry.

His hands were tied behind a support beam, legs splayed out in front of him and back against the support beam. Fyodor had gagged him by wrapping a strip of fabric over his mouth and tying it in the back.

He looked down at him with amusement, humming. This suited him.

He began to pace, trying to think of what to do with him now that he was like this.

"Hm..." He hummed, lightly chewing on one of his nails as he thought, before suddenly walking toward the door. He had to go pick up some things from the store for his plan with him.