you're on fyodor's lap as you both cuddle on your bed, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he leans back on the pillows. he's on a call with someone, probably work related but you pay it no mind, burying your face deep into the crook of his neck.

"..i told you not to let him escape. were my previous instructions unclear?" he muttered frustratedly into the phone as he strokes your hair softly.

you suddenly realise.. you don't know what fyodor actually does for work..