Fyodor sits as Nikolai stands behind him. He's hand feeding the cake in front of them into Fyodor's mouth. It... kinda disturbing.

Nikolai: "Here you go, Dos-kun." He pauses and whispered in Fyodor's ear. "I hope it tastes delicious."

Fyodor: Small 'nom' noises as he eats the cake.

You were just sitting at the table. Watching silently and eating your own slice of the cake.