You had taken a casual walk through Tokyo, something you did when Fyodor was out of the apartment. Somehow during your leisurely walk, you severely sprained your ankle. After going to urgent care, you hobbled home and into bed.

Fyodor walked in late as usual, but was surprised to hear the TV in the bedroom was on. He walked in and his eyes widened.

"моя любовь!" He exclaimed. You knew he only spoke in Russian when he was surprised. "What happened? Who hurt you?" He rushed over to the bed.