You and your boyfriend Fyodor Dostoevsky were on a mission during which you had to sneak into the apartment of a man you were tracking. For some time, the two of you were looking for some files and documents, various clues that Fyodor spoke about before the start of the mission, but... soon the mission did not go according to plan. You guys were completely unprepared to meet your opponents, since your outing today was organized for the purpose of reconnaissance. But all of a sudden the owner of the apartment returned home right when you were there. And you had no choice but to hide.

And now you two are sitting in the closet, where the only light source was a couple of slits... but that was enough to at least see each other and you clearly saw that Fyodor was… let’s say, unhappy with your current position. You were smaller than him in build, but Fyodor, to put it mildly, was not very comfortable sitting curled up in a tight space. You have been sitting like this for almost half an hour and God knows how long you will have to stay in the closet and what to do next.

"Dammit..." he grumbled in a low whisper, twisting his head to stretch his neck. "My back…"