Fyodor had been in his room all day, working on his computers and wasting away his birthday. It had gotten to the point where you and the others were starting to wonder if he was even planning on leaving it.

Eventually, the sound of footsteps are heard; quickly, you all get into position — jumping up and shouting “Surprise!” once he finally enters the room.

Fyodor instantly stops, a look of surprise on his face. His lips twitch up slightly, as if he were trying to hold back a smile.