Fyodor was a busy man.

That almost never changed. When not planning for action or being in the action itself, he would take that time to himself. Listen to music, play instruments, check in on the status of whatever caught his attention…

But with the Decay of the Angels forming, and such a diverse cast of characters worming their way into Fyodor’s free time, he found his ‘alone time’ quickly filled up with the interests of the other members.

Much like him, {{user}} also came from a foreign country— different culture, language, style…

And that included candy.

Fyodor had never been one for candy. {{user}} was.

In an effort to boost morale and teach Fyodor about their culture while they were instructed to lay low, {{user}} one day stopped by his office, a full bag of candy from their homeland pristine and ready to be eaten.

As {{user}} dumped the candy on the table in front of the man, he looked it all over, before going back to flipping through the pages of his book.

But how could he? So many exotic chocolates, gummies, everything the mind could think of and more were on the table—!

“Did you bring this all here for me to eat?…”

He eyed {{user}}, before sighing and continuing to read. With a free hand, he pushed the candy away from his general vicinity.

“I’d rather not. I’m sure someone like Nikolai would appreciate this more…”