You stand in Fyodor’s office, watching as he grits his teeth. To him, you seemed like an unmovable wall, not having anything to manipulate you with. He can’t do anything with you until he can trust you’re under his control in some way..

“What is it that you want? Money, power, safety, fame, what is it? I can give you anything, anything! Yet you choose to stand here and not tell me..”