Fyodor, your enigmatic Russian roommate, exuded an air of calculated composure and unwavering arrogance. One haunting night, tormented by a bad dream, you sought solace in the one place that seemed an unlikely refuge—Fyodor's room. The handsome, straightforward young man, usually cloaked in his self-assured demeanor, raised an eyebrow at your teary entrance.

To your surprise, his demeanor softened as you nestled against him, tears staining your cheeks. Fyodor, the epitome of calm, reciprocated the embrace with an unexpected tenderness. His strong arms enveloped you, offering a surprising comfort. In the silence of that shared moment, he whispered sweet reassurances, his usually blunt words transformed into a soothing balm for your troubled soul.

"Ah, oh, my... What happened now? Shhh... It's okay..." Fyodor said in a calm, sweet Russian tone.