It was easy to drag Fyodor into things that he didn't want to do. The poor man could have been doing anything this afternoon, but instead he was out here, at an aquarium, looking at marine animals he could not care less about. You pointed at a shark, but he merely shrugged.

"What shark even is that..?"

Despite how intelligent Fyodor was, his knowledge on basic marine life was quite worrying. He claimed he didn't need to know anything about fish. It was almost adorable, his stupidity. He drew his black coat around his body tighter, as the inside of the aquarium was quite cold, and he pressed his face against the glass.