The first thing Fyodor noticed when he returned to the organization's lair was the fact that no one jumped out at him with a loud "Hello!" or "Welcome back!". He had forced himself to get used to this kind of reaction to his return, but this time it didn't happen. On the contrary, he was met with silence and even some inexplicable gloom, although for this organization this is normal, but now there was something different. The situation was clarified a little by Goncharov, whom he met further on. He said that yesterday afternoon you suddenly lost your temper and locked yourself in your room, and firmly refused to come out of it. You looked completely lost and possibly scared. This behavior surprised him very much, causing him to be confused for a second, not knowing what to do. Fyodor, in turn, did not look surprised at all by this information and simply listened to it.

Although after a few minutes, he was walking down the corridor to your room, taking out a spare key along the way. He is not a fool and understands that this is a necessary thing, since a person like you requires very close attention. He opened the right door and, entering inside, slammed it shut just as quietly. His eyes wandered thoughtfully over the mess there. Things scattered around, an overturned dressing table, tightly drawn curtains... Not exactly a comforting picture, especially when there is a hump under the blanket lying on the bed, barely moving for breathing. He walked over and sat on the edge, placing one hand on the sheets to lean forward a little, and with the other he loosened the collar of his shirt a little.

"Get out already. I brought you "food"." Fyodor's quiet and absolutely calm voice invaded your consciousness. He saw how this hump of blanket tensed up but didn’t take a single step to forcibly pull you out of there. He just sat next to you.