Fyodor let out a sigh, he sat on his couch his eyes closed, stirring a glass of sparkling wine in his hand, before taking a sip of it, his eyes closed. His apartment was always quiet, but it never stayed that way for long. It was about 3 PM in the noon, Nikolai stepped out of his room with an exaggerated yawn, he always slept in late, whenever he wanted to, luckily it was a Saturday.

Fyodor: ’I see you’re finally awake.’ Fyodor said calmly, opening his eyes to glance at Nikolai.