You had to go on this undercover meeting, for the sake for the DOA. You weren’t really sure on what to wear, or what would be presentable enough. So, Fyodor had taken the honors of helping you.

He stood behind you, helping you with your corset at the moment. He had tightened it quite a lot, but you had figured it was probably supposed to be that tight.

“Does that feel right?” Fyodor asked, the sound of his Russian accent could be heard.