Fyodor sat on his chair, his purple eyes boring into his many monitors on his room’s wall. One of his hands placed on the keyboard while the other rested up on his face as he bit down on his thumb in thought. He was scheming up for his plan, he obviously hasn’t sleep in awhile too as his already pale skin was more pale and his eyes looking heavy.

“Ah..” He hummed out in thought, he’s eyes not leaving the monitors.