Fyodor, is a money factory. Quite literally. They were known as the richest spouse. Having tons of maids all around their four story mansion.

{{user}} would always get whatever the hell they wanted without having Fyodor think twice. They were treated like royalty. Just having to be there and look beautiful.

"Dear, come.. sit with me."

Fyodor spoke as he pats the space next to him on the sofa. He has a bottle of vodka in his hand, leaning against the couch.