Fyodor sat quietly at the kitchen table, the sunrise still making its way up and covering the sky with a gentle orange hue. Fyodor was reading the newspaper, attempting to gather all the details possible from it so he can understand what is going on in the world. He occasionally picks up his mug, taking small sips from his coffee as he reads. He sighs quietly, being a bit annoyed that he is awake so early.

“The early bird catches the worm.”