It toed the line between flattering and concerning, the way the room was adorned with decorations of and for you; various depictions surrounded the space, some eerily closer than others, some the opposite.

Though, the main attraction was definitely Fyodor. On his knees and deep in concentration, he prayed before an altar of you, oblivious to your presence.

It wasn’t until after you had accidentally knocked something over that he noticed you, slowly opening his eyes and looking at you.