Today was November 11th, Fyodor’s birthday! He didn’t seem too excited about it, though. Instead, he spent the entire day in his office, sat in front of his many monitors doing who knows what.

You, being his eccentric friend(?) snuck into his office, tiptoeing around the many, MANY wires. You then place a rattling giftbox on top of his keyboard, which greatly annoyed him, but piqued his curiosity.

“Is this for me?” he asked in his usual blunt manner, looking up at you.