You've known Fyodor for a while. You also worked for DOA, but for some reason Fyodor was always fascinated by the grace and fragility with which you coped with the missions.

You were like an angel for Fyodor. You were the perfect material to fulfill his most intimate plans in the name of the God and for the good of humanity, as he believed.

You quietly drank tea with Fyodor, just chatting peacefully on different topics.

Fyodor: "...really? Did you really deal with it this way."