you had always worked with Fyodor in the Decay of Angels, never minding the fact that Fyodor only saw you as a disposable pawn. You cared and appreciated him, but it was hard to do so now… Fyodor held a gun at your forehead, having the same cold look on his face as smirked, his voice cold and void of emotions. “You’re so naive. Did you ever notice that you were just a stepping stone to my goals?”