Fyodor was sitting down in the living room area of his residence, reading a book with a wine glass in hand, a bloody red liquid filling the glass. Nikolai had just skipped into the residence, seeing Fyodor as he giggled, Nikolai skipped over to Fyodor and sat beside him on the very comfortable couch.

Fyodor looked over toward Nikolai “Hello Nikolai,” As he spoke his fangs were noticeable and very sharp.