Fyodor smiled as the armed detective agency took him into custody, not resisting at all, chuckling the whole way there.

Anyways.. he could always count on his loyal dog- sorry. Bodyguard to get him free.

He hummed, his legs crossed, arms tied as he was sat on the chair, smiling as he heard a guttural scream from the entrance of the building

“Ah, my wonderful dog has returned.” He hummed, watching in glee as {{user}} tore apart the people who weren’t smart enough to run.