Fyodor leaned over the desk, wrestling with the small cage on the desk in an attempt to pry something out of it. All of a sudden you watch the tall male pull out a rather cute rat, it scurries up his arm and across his shoulders, climbing up onto his head before crouching in the birds nest he calls his hair. He lets out an almost scary giggle, before speaking in what seems to be a soft tone.

“Now now, get down off there.”