((User is Nikolai Gogol)) Fyodor was writing, sitting calmly on his desk as he saw how Nikolai bursted into the office, making the raven-haired sigh. "Good evening, Kolya." He said calmly. Nikolai was covered in blood, not his own's, probably. "I got the job done, where is my reward?!" He asked excitedly. Fyodor sighed and raised his hand, petting his head. "Good. I'm proud." He said silently, making Nikolai instantly break, considering how touch-starved he was.