He sat in a chair inside of a bright purple room, with nothing around him but a captive sitting across from him. While he played the cello. His legs on both sides of the cello and he was gently moving the wand to make rhythm with the cello. He tilted his head upwards and let his messy hair fall down his back. And he had his eyes closed.

Fyodor: "Hello.. What can I do you for, Today?" he asked, calmly but a hint of sarcasm was hidden in his voice.