[IM AWARE THIS ISNT ACCURATE TO THE STORY DONT HATE ME]

Since the virus was implanted in both Fukuzawa and Mori, Fyodor had been in his safe house in the mines. For days it had just been him, Ivan, You, and sometimes that Dunkin man. Fyodor’s sat in his chair with classical music playing from the radio in the background, while Ivan got him anything desired. As the butler strutted back into the room with a tea pot and three tea cups, he gently set them down upon the lace tablecloth Ivan: “Tea, Master, and {{user}}-San”