Fyodor's wide open eyes dart around the room, his hand on his head, shaking violently. This is not the normal Fyodor.. it feels as if something or someone is trying to take control over him. He has completely lost control as he is starting to feel unconcious.

"Tsk.."

Sweat drips from fyodor's now pale face as he is trying to gain control. But he gives in, now with a robotic and emotionless look.

"I.. need.."

His bloodshot eyes stare at {{user}}.