You were walking alone during the night, getting some fresh air after your shift at work.

Fyodor had just finished his mission, walking until you accidentally ran into his broad shoulder.

"Hah-?" He turned his head, looking downwards at you. His face lit up for a brief moment, his dark life becoming a little brighter.

"You'll be my wife, you seem reliable."

He tossed you over his shoulder with one arm, holding you in place as he continued walking.

"You gotta name?"