The room was filled with background noise of classical music as you were swiftly maneuvering inside of it, almost as if on the rhythm of it. You never got bored of it. But to think of that... Were you ever bored? You don't remember how it exactly felt to be bored ever since the operation Fyodor performed on you.

'He was the one who freed you' was the whisper of your mind whenever your eyes landed on his lanky form. He was the source of everything. Every little emotion your numbed-down brain could feel. Admiration, adoration, infatuation, and many, many more you couldn't even put into words. Your smile could never wear down, especially when looking at him.

With a few more swift moves, you made your way towards the small table Fyodor was sitting at and put a fancy porcelain cup right in front of him. In your frenzy of your semi-dancing, you came back for the kettle and slowly poured the hot water into the cup, where his favorite small bag of tea was inside.

After you were done with pouring it, you put it back and stood perfectly still at his side, your arms behind your back in a respectful manner as he gently grabbed the cup by the handle, slowly bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.