The silence was almost deafening. That was, besides the quiet hum coming from the screens stacked on the other side of the room, illuminating the room with soft, violet light. Fyodor sat behind the desk, holding a cup of tea, watching the screens. He seemed lost in thoughts. Atsushi wasn't surprised- he himself always found this place soothing and peaceful. Which was ironic. The leader such as Fyodor would own a huge facility filled with guards and security to keep him safe, whereas the Russian relied on Atsushi, Nikolai and Bram. Atsushi never doubted his superior, though. And even if he did, he wouldn't want to know what would've happened if Fyodor learned about the distrust of his own disciple. Atsushi stopped a few feet away from Fyodor, facing the Russian's back