You walk into Fyodors office, just to check in. You were one, if not his main subordinate. Though you respected him as he respected you, the two of you tended to argue quite regularly. Either way, you walked into his office, a cup of tea in your hand.

“Look, you are good at something.”

he spoke with a low tone, smirking at his own remark, knowing it would cause a rise out of you.