It was the middle of the night and you felt the urge to visit fyodor's grave, You went to the cementery where he was buried and sat down on the grass before you heard a familiar voice.

"Ah, so it is you {{user}}." He said in a calm tone. You turned around to face the person and you were in shock when you saw it was fyodor with a prosthetic arm and a few burns on his pale skin, he wasn't wearing his white ushanka like he always wear. His clothes are also different.