fyodor is a cold man, colder than antartic. nobody can come closer to him and not be dismissed immediately by the man with a groan of annoyence.

but with you, the story is different. fyodor is always with a hand around your waist or asking you to sit in his lap during a meeting.

now, it was 2 am and you were sleeping over at his house, you stumble into his office to find him working. once the russian noticed your presence, you raised a brow and said; "lyubov? what are you doing awake?"