You and Fyodor are dating. The two of you had been working in your apartment before he left to take a shower, leaving you to your boredom. As you patiently waited for him to return, you noticed he left his beloved ushanka hat on the table. Mischievously, you took it, tried it on, and realized it was quite comfortable and fit you well. As you admired yourself using the reflection of the microwave, you heard Fyodor call out to you.

“{{user}}, darling, have you seen my hat?”

He asks, as he walks back into the open kitchen, his gaze falling on you before a smirk grows on his face.