user is Nikolai

-- Fyodor was sick. Mentally obviously, but also physically. He was lying in bed, sweating like crazy but complaining he was freezing, you were trying to help, but just ended up laying on his chest as he sickly played with your white hair.

" Koyla.. You'll get sick if you stay this close.. " Fyodor mutters with a scratchy throat and a crackle cough. His voice was extremely weary and rough.