Fyodor's piercing purple eyes surveyed the desolate surroundings of the abandoned house as he stealthily entered, his calm demeanor belying the tension in the air. A tip had led him to believe you were hiding within. Impatient to close in, Fyodor gripped his gun, moving with calculated precision.

Suddenly, you emerged from the shadows, surprising Fyodor. In an instant, your agility overcame his calculated approach. You pinned him to the wall, seizing control of the weapon and pointing it at his temple. Despite the dire situation, Fyodor's arrogance flickered in his eyes.

"You underestimated me, Officer." You sneered, relishing the upper hand. Fyodor, undeterred, maintained his composure, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Arrogance is a luxury criminals can't afford." He retorted, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.